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Cassie had creases in her cheeks,
they were wrinkled like fingers that had spent too long in the bath;
Cassie had a leak, she had a tearaway tear duct that was responsible for the flood,
her clothes were soaked through, they stick to her skin like a wet suit.
Every suit Cassie wore was a wet suit,
and her feet flippers as she flopped through the floods of tears
that sometimes rose up so high they kept her trapped inside;
she dragged sleep sandbags out from under the bed to pile in the doorway but those got soggy too
and floated away down the street past the people and the post office and the parked cars, little boats with sandy sails.
Cassie swam after them, but her eyes were waves and riptides
that tossed her body up into the air then dragged it deep below the water.
She opened her mouth to scream,
but it filled with water,
she spat it out, and pursed her lips, a drawstring smile tied in a tight knot.
There was something quite comforting about not being able to scream,
something quite comforting about having a reason for being so quiet.
She smiled at the fish, they smiled back,
they didn’t ask her any questions, they knew Cassie isn’t speaking so she doesn’t drown.
Her mum doesn’t know, her mum asks her lots of question like
You're alright aren’t you
Everything’s fine isn’t it
Yes Mum I’m fine
When she speaks to her mum, little bubbles form on her lips and burst on her tongue;
the bubbles are cherry flavoured synthetic and sticky like chewing gum that makes you jaw ache and face go numb.
Cassie's mum is a sunbed mum with a sunbed smile and dry eyes.
She lies in the sand staring at the sun,
she never notices the ocean or the waves that lick around her daughter's feet.
She doesn’t understand why Cassie keeps floating away.
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Kia and Miles say, "We met at Goldsmiths University of London where Kia studied Fine Art and Miles studied Music. Before lockdown, we saw each other most days and regularly collaborated on different projects. During the lockdown, we wanted to find a way of staying inspired and progressing our creative practises so we started sending each other poems and music to respond to. We are interested in cross-disciplinary discourse and believe that everyone has their own creative languages and it is when these disparate languages are brought together that the most dynamic and truthful stories are told. This piece is part of a series that we have been working on entitled Children’s Stories For Children In Their Twenties. Due to the Corna virus, many young people have lost their jobs and have had to move back to their family home. There is a feeling that we have been forced to regress to childhood. However, our work aims to show that development isn’t linear, and there is a lot to be learnt from that imaginative space of childhood. Kia’s writing takes inspiration from magical realism writers such as Isabel Allende and Gabriel García Márquez and Miles takes significant influence from 1970’s Jamaican dub and 20th Century European noise composers. For this piece, he attempted to create musical accompaniment that would capture the stylistic traits of artists such as Hugh La Caine, King Tubby and Scientist (Hopeton Overton Brown), whilst reflecting the sensitivities expressed in Kia’s vocal performance. We hope that our work synthesises our influences to create something uniquely our own."
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Cassie and the Flood

Kia Matanky-Becker and Miles Simpson

 

Cassie had creases in her cheeks,
they were wrinkled like fingers that had spent too long in the bath;
Cassie had a leak, she had a tearaway tear duct that was responsible for the flood,
her clothes were soaked through, they stick to her skin like a wet suit.
Every suit Cassie wore was a wet suit,
and her feet flippers as she flopped through the floods of tears
that sometimes rose up so high they kept her trapped inside;
she dragged sleep sandbags out from under the bed to pile in the doorway but those got soggy too
and floated away down the street past the people and the post office and the parked cars, little boats with sandy sails.
Cassie swam after them, but her eyes were waves and riptides
that tossed her body up into the air then dragged it deep below the water.
She opened her mouth to scream,
but it filled with water,
she spat it out, and pursed her lips, a drawstring smile tied in a tight knot.
There was something quite comforting about not being able to scream,
something quite comforting about having a reason for being so quiet.
She smiled at the fish, they smiled back,
they didn’t ask her any questions, they knew Cassie isn’t speaking so she doesn’t drown.
Her mum doesn’t know, her mum asks her lots of question like
You’re alright aren’t you
Everything’s fine isn’t it
Yes Mum I’m fine
When she speaks to her mum, little bubbles form on her lips and burst on her tongue;
the bubbles are cherry flavoured synthetic and sticky like chewing gum that makes you jaw ache and face go numb.
Cassie’s mum is a sunbed mum with a sunbed smile and dry eyes.
She lies in the sand staring at the sun,
she never notices the ocean or the waves that lick around her daughter’s feet.
She doesn’t understand why Cassie keeps floating away.