Crime
By Claire Gaskin
Published 1 January 2021
The stone of self worth
I thought I was spirit and didn't matter
A fall and a view both sides
on the ridge of wiped memory
The petals blink in the rain
like a child who cannot hold her hand out for the strap
Asking for naked photos back
You may as well enjoy it
Because of you I don't want to settle
His words crawled like snails out of his mouth into my pinned ear
I kiss the cold of seeing but not opening
Her body like a flag stuck in his skull
The rose of surgery