Red streak on the dull grey pillow
Early warning sign? Ignored.
Tiny bruise on the chest,
Covered up, dresses for work.
Sick at the weekend
Stomach aches from all the heinous hurling.
Trouble is swirling,
Argument with the boyfriend who is naturally worried,
“Don’t touch me” and she turns over.
6.45 am, soul leaves body
If you believe that sort of thing. I don’t. He doesn’t.
it’s over, she’s gone.
(My poetry collection ‘My Heart, The Rocket’ is available now on Amazon.)