Poem | angry girl

I once knew a girl who found a duckling

lost from its mother, and it had imprinted

onto her instead. She was the first girl

I ever loved.

Same girl who I once lost a bet to

many years ago.

She found me, interesting. And

I never had the words to say

that looking into her eyes

was dizzying - so far to fall.

And so she lost interest.

I lost myself

finding her

all those years ago.

Although I found her comforting, her intensity,

her anger and killer instincts were

trustworthy, genuine and real.

She was the girl I lost my virginity to

All those years ago.

Same girl who years later

lost her left leg jumping from

a multi-storey carpark.

She found herself - so far to fall,

and when I heard, I was driving.

Stoped by the side of the road

because I couldn’t see

past ten meters.

Asked to meet her and we did.

She was bitter and deranged,

dangerous and I loved her.

But not like before.

I love her like a symbol.

A smell.

A voice.

A tragedy.

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