To touch it makes
my fingers bleed,
thorns of prickling envy –
its twinned face –
serrated jealousy
gashed green,
seeping fluids
that course the
uncharted nightmare
unprovoked –
they own it.
Stains like ink drops,
exploded long since
lie on crisp
penned by her legs
her smell
her arms –
tryst –
and you sit ruminating
on the edge,
meditating on
the outside
of my sheets –
spilling –
sponged trust
in their micropores.



Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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