Body #3

All the telegraph
Signals from beneath
The surface sting
Scrambling for substance
Spasm after spasm after spasm

Body #2

All these cells emerge
Unraped
Untainted
By December
Not one will remain
That they touched
Touched without asking
Took without paying
This spongey thigh
Untouched
These moustached lips
Untouched
This belly outside the lines
Untouched
By December
All these cells renew
Unraped

Lay It On Me

Lay your hate 
Upon my frailty
Watch me rise
Hear me sing

Lay your hate
Upon my sadness
Watch me rise
Hear my story

Lay your hate
Upon my history
Watch me rise
Hear me laugh

Quink

Safe potato body
Carries secrets too heavy
For its own soul

Quink coloured third thoughts
Will never relinquish peace
Ever pondering

Scar-thatched swollen hands
Hold memories like treasure
Map a fool's ransom

Exterminate

A future stolen
Motherhood never to be
Mourning a carcass

Rotting in plastic
Chance for love left on the shelf
Forgotten flesh wound

And yet still the screams
Tug at the womb in the night
Never will I sleep

Thursday

All dressed up and cold
Repeated walks in the rain
Returning un-kissed

Loneliness closer
Seeping under the doorjamb
Keeping sleep away

Melody of doubt
Spooking the mirrored failure
Staring back again

Shadows

In these half quiet hours
Sustained by metronomic
Clockwork night-time
We wait for rain
For hearts to escape
And colour in the shadows