Sunday, 2 March 2025

2nd March 2025

 



plaintive cries

Why does Mum hate him now?

bathtime


© Rachel Green February 2025


I.V

A lump of ice-encrusted hardened cheddar 

a dehydrated packet of old soup

together with potato skins that fed her

serve to fill her stomach with some goop.

Nicotine addiction served and hunger vanished

she recalls the figure from her awful dreams

an Angel from religious doctrine, banished

from her life but not her id, it seems.

'Twas not the ones from saccharine tales of youth

the friendly feathered specimens of lore

but Biblical with eyes sewn through with Truth

and burned against the soul within her core.


© Rachel Green February 2025


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