#stepforth
Twang of iron behind teeth
picking yourself up again, again
from a self-penned melodrama
(one with a snot-sobbing end)
Clouds part, lending a single beam
striking your heart, and you know
Dragging the back of your hand
across fat lips that creep up
for the first time since constant bowls of cereal
and giggling, cartoon mornings
Collecting everything that’s yours
in one hand, a little blood
the doorway shines and you’re gone
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 9:35 AM UTC