cycling
in the near dark
aching legs
© Rachel Green April 2025
IV.I
The bathroom leaves no room for doubt
the girl had left some days or weeks before
she can see the contents from without
through the foot sized hole in door.
She enters anyway; she hopes to find
old make-up she can use for filler
of the hues of painted nightmare kind
and herself, according to the mirror,
or maybe drugs to trade for food
but there is nothing left; the cupboard flayed
except for acne cream imbued
with desperation and a rusted razor blade.
© Rachel Green April 2025
No comments:
Post a Comment