BLIND DATE
I tried so hard not to wear
them
stuffing the glasses inside
my fleece.
A jailed throat so full of
phlegm.
My slip of a coat hiding
steams
Of black-ink on the shirt I
had to wear.
Her and the ugly sister
smirking
Their mess brushed across my
cheeks.
All I could do was fumble
through torn tissue,
And fix my eyes on the grey
slate.
Foul words to break me
Opened their mouths they
swallowed my face.
Tug at my hair like an
unwanted doll,
Forced to the floor, blot
becomes blood
Heels splinter glass eyes
turn to mud.
Roberta Francis is a graduate
of the MA in Creative Writing at the Open University. She is a spoken word poet/novelist and is
currently finishing her first novel. She has been published in the York
Literary Review and Spoken Word Anti-hate anthology.
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