Scavenger

Spotting blood spatters on the snow,
I thought of you.

Looked up and saw you
hunched in the
branches, clutching carrion.
Licking your lips.
Watching me.

Judging me a tad too green.

I heard you had n apetite. Surely you have room for one more carcass?
I'm hoping to die soon.



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One of those days..

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Believer

They tell me you don't exist. All they see is this cold blue sea. But I know better because, see,  I've met you before. So I sit waiting on the freezing sand. Like a fool, perhaps. I wait for you to emerge, trailing kelp and oyster pearls. My favourite monster.
 

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Stockholm Syndrome

'IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE YOUR DAUGHTER IN ONE PIECE AGAIN'

I've eaten the rest of this, letter by letter.
He too will eat his words.
He will love me mummy.
Forget the ransom money.

I won't ever be in one piece if you take me away
from him



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There

Everytime I think I'm over you... I spot you in the crest of a wave. 
Or I catch a glimpse of you in beer bottles or you flit past me in rain puddles. 
In the sills of the house with the golden windows -There you are, darling. 
There
 you 
are.







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Flash-poem: Bird

Bellyachin'

Everytime she complains of belly pains I find myself fantasising she's actually
pregnant with a little monster, sired by my desire.
At the hospital, aghast doctors could slice out this tiny bit of misshappen wriggling misery. A little wonder, this ugly freak. Brought to life by a pair of girls.

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Home

 

They found her in a basket one cold night outside the big tent.

Clearly abandoned.

The Lion Tamer, The Bearded Lady, and the Strong Man came out to stare at her sucking her own toe.

"She's double-jointed!" one exclaimed. They took it as a sign. They'd raise her as their own.

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loving the eskimo

Do you recall, dear, when we made love so fiercely it melted not only our igloo but the snow beneath it and we descended slowly past the skeletons of polar bears and humpback whales to earth's very core?

You climbed out fairly well, but I confess I'm still down there.






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Falcon

She'd noticed it watching them from treetops before.

Then one day while out hunting with the king's party, the falcon flew down
gently and settled on her gauntlet,
shedding wildness.

Ducked its head of its own accord into the hood.
Slipped its claws into jesses
Tethered itself to her heart.


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