Poetry Blog by Alison Smiles
Angry sirens from the paper shredder
As I make a decision to destroy her,
for what use does she have for me now,
her youth, her hope, her old bank accounts?
The vacuum doesn’t open a gaping maw
There’s scarcely a memory any more
- I can’t mourn someone unremembered.
And so surrender my maiden name.
Friday 6th November 2015 12:16 pm
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