A need to bleed

I give you my latest to read –
jumped on the bed
elbow in your stomach
as I lose my balance
perhaps I shouldn’t have woken you?
sorry
go back to sleep

your verdict –
I don’t like it, babe

a shame
because I have written as me -

at least, honestly

what is on the page
as you read
that is what I wrote –
my mind pumping
and
sparks flying –

do you not like me?

have I put up a front and fooled you

now
are you
in love with the wrong
me?

Fuzz

derelict lives
sat in front of the television set –
abandoned beach toys

a social disconnect

daughter fucked this afternoon in the back of a car and she is smelling his scent on her skin –
daddy pondered running away from his responsibilities
to beat the rush
this morning whilst in the office and drinking from his grumpy bastard mug –
brother skipped school on his lunch break smoking weed to save himself from starving-
mummy begun to drink red wine gone 10 am feeling as if she could take on the world and bust
stuck up noses with her forehead
and instead –
she makes the beds
and dusts the shelves of
prints

nobody speaks.

Katie Lewington is a widely published poet from the UK and likes to review the books she reads, listen to music, daydream, watch Cary Grant films, help The Pithead Chapel journal and Punks Write Poems Press sift through their submissions, sniff 50 year old poetry tomes and enjoy the aesthetic display of many literary magazines. Contact her through Twitter @idontwearahat and her blog https://katiecreativewriterblog.wordpress.com.