Friday, 1 April 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day One

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She asks were I woke up
this time.

I cough cigarette spawn from lungs
and wonder why
she whispers like grass
                                     (like I’ve done something
                                      wrong)

Spilling words darned with anger
I show her the spectacle
of my legs, bruises a diagram
of kissing back to reality,
a new doll tripping
                               down
                                          stairs.

(Found poem using Kate Atkinson's Human Croquet)

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