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Yolanda Moon plays again<\/strong><\/p>\n There is this certain lightness in my chest, The skid marks are still there Maybe it\u2019s the surge of Christmas (Autumn leaves Yolanda Moon plays again, I was meant to be in love with you None of that pierced an open wound in me,<\/p>\n only your lone love song playing over and over <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Troy Cabida<\/strong> (b. 1995) is a Filipino writer from London. His work has appeared on WORK, Pinched <\/em>and We Are A Website.<\/em> He\u2019s written for Miracle, Instazine2<\/em>1 and has edited for Sibl\u00edn\u00ed Journal<\/em> and Thought Notebook.<\/em> He blogs at www.troycabida.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yolanda Moon plays again There is this certain lightness in my chest, bright and airy, the black obsidian anvil\u2019s been tweezed out of me through a small hole punched through my chest, just a few inches next to my heart. The skid marks are still there but the feeling\u2019s almost gone; I\u2019m lying. It […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10295","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10295"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10298,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10295\/revisions\/10298"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbright and airy,
\nthe black obsidian anvil\u2019s been tweezed out of me
\nthrough a small hole punched through my chest,
\njust a few inches next to my heart.<\/p>\n
\nbut the feeling\u2019s almost gone; I\u2019m lying.
\nIt faded out an hour after the hit.<\/p>\n
\nare always my favourite time of the year.)?
\nOr it could be the Seasonal Affective Disorder high
\nthat drowned down the pain? Or the sudden rush of work? I kind of have three
\npart-time jobs now, after all.<\/p>\n
\nand finally it becomes clearer:<\/p>\n
\nbut my heart\u2019s been through too much;
\nthe metal armour sculpted around it
\nmanaged to deflect almost all
\nof the doves and the hearts
\nthe sparkle in the eyes and the laughter
\nthe slow motion movements
\nand the opening of your soul to mine.<\/p>\n
\nand over again, nestled where the anvil used to be.<\/p>\n