Hey everyone! Apologies for not posting last week, BUT I have a good reason, because on Saturday I was at the UK National Poetry Slam! I am happy to announce that I came in 3rd place! I had spent so much time practicing that I didn’t have enough energy to write a post. BUT I’m back!! AND here with a NEW POEM 😱😱😱😎😎💥💥💥 I wrote this about how recently I’ve finally been able to take control of my negative feelings rather than get stuck in them. Enjoy!
Your hand slips between your lips
and lifts all her fingers inside.
She’s not lost anymore,
walks straight past the canines (sharp!)
takes a right at the left molar
2 paces South of the Tongue and
OK, now, one finger at a time
… everyone here? Great now,
down the pipe –
– safe landing.
She walks 5 paces North of The Ossiphageous and finds
Pinky curls herself around the aorta, and ties it around her waist.
The Famous Five work together,
push themselves against the slippery walls of the tunnel
You cough. Out they come.
Your heart rests on your hands. You examine it. It’s a strange little thing.
Your fingers ask:
You can’t really be serious, right?
It’s a chunk of metal.
You tell them:
Surely, that makes it all the more malleable?