Nightmare

It bangs on the windows
and rattles down the stairs
It roils and it boils
and it always comes prepared

In the rain it lingers
a grin of teeth and tongue
It bides its life in corners
where sunlight never comes.

I can see its shadow,
a thin, translucent edge
Discordant voices singing
a hymn that echoes on.

Nightmare won’t you leave me?
My life is worn and thin
An anxious, guilty patchwork
I’ve lost the needle in.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2016

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Save Me

Take the ribbon from my hair
Blood red against the bone white sheet
Tie it tight around your wrist
Strip the stockings from my feet
Cobweb shadows stain my legs
Constraints of pride and purity
Forgotten lengths of vanity
Peel the gloves from ‘tween my fingers
Stained with sweat and impure thought
Tattooed lace of moral stricture
Modesty for pity’s sake
Rip the dress from round my waist
Zipper bust and fabric rent
Fling it out into the street
Let them see me. Naked. Bare.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2016

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