Blind Date by Roberta Francis

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.