December 2011
1 post
3 words: fluorescent, scallops and pineapple
Fluorescent skin
A green, sunless tint in the pockets of her collarbone
Eyes like scallops
Hard, unfocussed and flat against her sallow face,
Her soupspoon cheeks
A steady diet of chicken nuggets and week old pineapple wedges,
Drowning in their own fermenting juices
She is drowning in her own fermenting juices
When she smiles, no one sees the grin
Only the bones it reveals
She’s a willow...