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 


Claire Gaskin 'Crime'