I took a hammer to your bones
after they had been twisted
and drowned
in cement
then I used the knots and the bolts
that had helped us to stand
to hang up a photograph
of your old rotten hand
you remember that day
when that photograph was real?
10 fingers cursing and kissing
begging to feel
then I sang a nursery rhyme
Demolition
Carlotta Eden reads books and watches films and then writes about reading books and watching films. She can be found writing for Best For Film, Planet Ivy or GKBC, and is the other half of Synaesthesia Magazine.
as I battered your spine
to the wall, where the light doesn't reach,
and the colour has faded with time
two old copper pipes
bone green with grime,
darling, let's face it,
I was never yours,
you were never mine