Aug 2014

A thistle, a burr.
Caught in my chest like some infection.
A deep welt,
Biting like open mouthed affection.
Some hell,
Maybe.

I’ll see you on the other side.

Come closer sweet love.
I'll breathe it into some confession.
Cup of tea?

Apology on tip of tongue.
Tied like some sex crime victim.
My hell,
yours.

There their.
Forget I said anything at all.

Harriet Maguire
Written by
Harriet Maguire  England
(England)   
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