Three superfluous words
hang weightless objects
of affliction.
Breeds helpless logic
a cold lonely bed
cobwebbed kisses
and a numb pubic bone
Fractured by incessant
failed relationship statuses
girl you never learn.
This relentless
falling in love with poets
never to taste more
than words
a curse.
The light preceded
lonely darkness
and you can spread out
like a starfish
Waking up alone
to light seeping
through blinds
accompanied by squeals
from happy children
who won’t witness
another daddy substitute
passing through from
lustful night.
Kick around a ball
then leave before
they had a chance
to remember his name.
Rather save those words
peel away flesh
dance in the mirror
of self empowerment
Then choose that
which you fully
deserve.
Poetess Maria lives in Liverpool, where she howls at the moon and drinks Jameson whiskey, while writing tremendous prose and poetry. You can find a morsel of her work in the Clinical Brutal Anthology from Clinicality Press as well as other online & print publications.
i didn't know they cooked go-fast in the UK... damn tasty go-fast at that... yum...
ReplyDeletehahaha. it may be bigger than fish and chips. ya never know.
ReplyDeletehaha I love that bio, thank you ;) wish I had some Jamesons now to warm me up its balctic weather here..
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