BURN

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i am

i am

the widow who

never

married.

i am

the weight you

never

carried.

i am

the crack in

the ice.

i am

tired of

being nice.

i am

the widow who

never

married.

i am

the crack neath

your feet.

i am

tired copping

it sweet.

i am

the widow who

never

married.

watch it

son

you’ll

get

buried.

I am.

dirge

if the

demons

claimed

you

while

you

slept

there

would

be

no

one

who stood

and wept

sliced in two haikus

 

#1

I let you cut me

once too often with your blunt

indifferent knives

 

#2

I let you undo

me as easily as a

newly stitched zipper

pig

i’m Circe again:

singing stinging this man’s soul

into it’s true shape.

you should always pay your debts

the bridges you burnt

the lessons not learnt

the ill will you earned

your lonely returned

unkindness you raised

all caught in a haze

your face starts to fade

you forgot-

the demons

always

need to be

repaid

i will

kick you to the kerb.

kick you again until you

bleed for both of us.

you are

the tide

that drags

me

down,

you spit me

out upside

round,

you haul

and pull

and push

me in,

and then

you let me

spin

flesh

thought i would revisit this one…

leejaye

i am terrified

by the

rawness of this

desire –

i can feel it

stripping me away,

one layer

at a time.

i suspect that,

eventually,

it will

leave me

as

neatly exposed

as a carefully

skinned

rabbit,

all inside out,

all pure

visceral

mass.

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the storm front

lightning on this edge

of sky this is you and me

our long kiss goodbye