Use By Date

Use By Date

The lioness sits down with the coward and asks him what the rush is. The heart is not a supermarket where you come to grab your essentials with a shopping list of expectations and presume you can stick it on a tab. You could have got it all for free if you had just stopped trying to make a meal out of me. Searching for the perfect recipe for something you’ve never tasted. Tell me I’m too much meat on the bone but complain that you’re still hungry and alone. Just the right amount of chilli but not enough kneading and god forbid that you leave me to prove that I could get through a bad day without you, that you might have to follow instructions when I could not have been clearer that I taste better with a touch of patience, not cranking up the heat till I evaporate in a cloud of steam.

Forgive me for speaking out of my vacuumed packet but I don’t see the magic in the trick of how you made me disappear.

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

This is the last time

you will curse me

with your words,

break my spirit

till I cannot lift

myself up from the dirt.

This is the last time

you hand me

all your pain,

so heavy I sit on

and take the hit from

the shards of your grenade.

This is the last time

your grip

constricts my voice,

lungs without air

my words rot in there

since you took away my choice.

This was the last time

you tried to convince me

of your lies

that I should feel shame,

so I’ve poured petrol and doused us in flames

because men burn

but witches survive.

She-Wolf

She-Wolf

She has felt rage

the type that chars your guts

and leaves you bleeding

out your own eyeballs.

She has felt the explosion

of shrapnel

and the pain

from rogue shards

splintered between her bones and skin.

She knew of her orphaned dead,

speaking to their restless ghosts

till delirious

she lay next to them, near death,

in an effort to restore them to life

at the expense

of her own.

But that is not a rage

that climbs mountains,

it taught her only

how to cry tears of ash

in toxic blends of anger and acid

till asphyxiated.

Now

she leaves love notes

to her suffering,

marking the deaths

of all the possible happily-ever-afters

without a magical cure,

and with sharpened incisors

tipped in righteous furie,

she is released

to her once-upon-a-time.