Wishbone Women

(13.06.19)

Grasped like a wishbone,

bound by knots

of mutual pain

to nestle/wrestle with 

Greedy, clenched fingers

clamouring palms 

outstretched-

then screwed shut.

I missed the cries out

the smothering,

I sleep in a cradle 

with crows

for mother's

scar is

now mine.

In the shape of a "V" 

separate instruments,

different time

but the same.

It makes her legs shake, 

but mine is a greeting:

a new day

a clean knife 

a wish-

to cut it all away.

I am not afraid 

of nothing;

more something 

I could love-

then break. 

 

Reviews

[Dom]

beautiful xxxx always look forward to reading more from you