#introtopoetry

#introtopoetry

Poetry Day 2 – Face

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You held me to your face.

Cheek to cheek.

So that I…

So that I…

So.

That.

I.

Could gasp the pain deep,

retch it from behind muscle, bone and marrow.

Until, I too, was sated. Bursting with the weight of it.

Where upon it fixed fast.

Magma.

My mouth an open wound.

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About lineatatime

Dublin born and raised, Mari returned to Ireland with her husband and daughter in 2008, after living in the USA since the early ’80s. A former journalist, ombudsman and newsroom administrator she now lives in Mayo. Following the death of her mother by elder abuse in 2010, she often writes about the failures of Irish systems in protecting her mother and also herself as a victim of crimes in her mother’s estate. She writes frequently about oppression, elder abuse and domestic violence– in the forms of poetry, fiction and non fiction in the hopes it will help shine the light on Ireland’s shame.
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3 Responses to #introtopoetry

  1. Can feel the heat, the passion, fabulous!

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