Kicking of the unborn

She can’t walk Her swollen feet sweating beneath socks, She can’t walk Turning she looks at the wall lined with clocks. Three months left. She can’t eat Turning down each fork stabbed with bounties, She can’t eat No matter what hunters bring from each, and every county. One month left. She can’t sleep Her belly…

Reeking of despair

Hands stroking the parchment  Tiny bumps hitting your palm, Easing fingertips across a blank canvas  Not wishing to harm. A stab of colour From a pulsating heart, Insides pouring out  The beginning of a work of art. The colours blend in dissaray A battle for dominance in each swipe, Paint brush birthing the rainbow Each…

Being a woman is terrifying

It’s hard being a woman My first breath already seized, Doctors naming me adorable Chained as they teased. It’s hard wearing skirts When you want to jump, kick and run, A scolding teacher telling you to sit still Whilst boys are allowed to have fun. It’s hard when girls grow up Having to plaster orange…

An endlessly spinning coin

The blending​ of red and black Ace, spade, in or out, A smirking expression Plants the seed of doubt. Mountains of gold pilling to the sky Push, clang, a shatter of rust, Bronze melding with old worn tables That you had begun to trust. A world of slippery lies Laugh, giggle, a cheeky graze, Mind…

I have wasted my prime

A glittering array of sparkles Calling to me from behind glass, Rows of different desires Organised by class. An emotionless machine Ready to engulf my hard earned coin, Swallowing gold, silver and bronze Whispering tails of a class I now beg to join. Each breath is heavy, Each moment weighed with time, I must work…

Dustings of gold trickling from the sky

My feet tingle in crystalising air A single lamppost lights the side, Dustings of golden light melting the world Yet I’m frozen… perhaps I have died? A blanket that sticks to reality Dark lumps falling down from the sky, Holding the heavens up must be tiring work If the weight didn’t push you down would…

Bloodied hands reaching for more

The other field is greener Holding lush, evergrowing leaves. Yet here I am fenced Forced to hush, unless we become thieves. My hands are bruised and torn Nails chipped, yet still, ​they yearn. Fence too high for me to jump Wings clipped, when will I learn? A haze of gold and red I’m blind, the…

A horror of stretched skin

Masses crowding into the room Bickering of days long past, White gloves stretching As a man looks at their faces aghast. The smell of alcohol mixed with cosmetics A punch of blood tainting the air, The crowd continue to mutter Their bodies falling in despair. Jittering glances become caught Mirrors snaring their prey, A room…

Pixilated beauty​

Pucker your lips The internet slobbering at your pose, Tinting your skin with layers of dirt Becoming a rotting rose. You haze your skin Becoming an artists painting, Framed and hung, limbs tangling as they swing Your blood draining. Watch the world tick by Unable to move from your perch​, Family swarming across the land…