Wednesday, 5 October 2016

poetry 2015 / 105

Talking to Jesus

She took tablets
aspirin, paracetamol, ibuprofen
and a single strip of yellow bombers
she found in the bathroom cabinet
all washed down with menthol-linctus
from when her brother had a cold.
She left a facebook message
addressed to friends and otherwise
“I've had it up to here
with people messing me around
live, love and leave a beautiful corpse.”
When her mum went to get her up
she was covered in shit and vomit
her eyes glazed like cloudy lemonade
but they cleaned her up nice
for the autopsy.

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