Fatal (27)

Cinquains

Sucking
seventeen when
mum died. Dawn policemen
balance-beaming: daffodil bright
-frozen-

and raw
liver " sliced here and here and here.
Stiletto skinned the heart,
proved not fatal
to me.

Teeter
twenty-seven:
plangent, tight, soaring chords
-sliced. Blues-struck Beehive melodies.
Fatal.

Reviews

[SAAD AHMED]

intense!

[Chris]

We mark our existence with memories of others... Amy was a bookmark for many people.

Chris

[Beth Winter]

Vivid... this takes on a hardened voice when read out loud, as though determined not to surrender.