I have been thinking in twos lately
coin faces, each bronzed and shining side of me
is hiding some conspiracy. Not beauty;
I am no beauty, me
but an inward, ungainly
to shun the way I ought to be

one side of me
you see, you see
is made of brick and scars and sea
brawling with the other half of
hope and heart, sincerity
that this is where I’m meant to be

though assuredly shrewd I seem to be
– pretending to write poetry
on the jokes that come so readily
O, rotting words, you sicken me

I am not the girl I thought I’d be

awash with wet indignity
that this is how life bled for me

and it’s not all fun and games you see
to wait for two pink lines to bleed
a future change
a godless deed
regretted now the stinking seed
that slops a carving knife between
my womb
my wife
my life
my lead
the hurt that cleaves the deal for free.

About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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