Phoebe Stuckes (Commended)
West Somerset College
The act or instance of fighting a shadow or imagined enemy.
I hear the tv read
the stories of girls who look like me.
I am splayed again,
nothing but a microscopic thing.
A brittle carapace and wriggling limbs.
You grow larger, colossal, a granite man.
And I splintered,
I splinter again.
Sometimes I sleep and see you bloodied,
Collapsed at last for your sins against me.
As you walk this earth undisturbed.
I print half moons in my palms
I crumple you in my fists.
I am driven by shivers to watch us again,
I haul you out by the wrist.
© Phoebe Stuckes, 2014
- Date February 1, 2015
- Tags 2014 News - Winning Poems