Sharpening Camomile For Blade Goodbyes
my bruise has all the colours of
autumn (fall)
i fell
i told the police officer
the colours are pretty
purple and brown shades (very this season)
he wants to know the history of the bruise
dust for the bruise’s fingerprints
check it out on the DNA database
in truth
hate got me in the gut
then
love smacked me around the face
there was a kick
but by then i’d fallen
into winter
all my extremities
turning blue
he says i should have a cup of hot sweet tea
he says i’m in shock
i told him for me this is love
and i’m right in it up to my neck
he says i should press charges
throw the book at the bastard
when i was a little girl
i pressed
flowers in a book
sad little daises that looked like
100 ton weight had landed on them
i so enjoyed capturing their sadness
i also enjoyed beheading the camomile
growing on the lawn
instant
death by lawnmower
he said i should go to hospital i told him
i had a sharp scythe and it was about time i
reaped that which had been sewn
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