I painted them red,
(read: Clownish)
Cherry-dipped and ripe
For your taking.
I hoped that you’d find them,
A beacon amongst black. And
Worm your way into them -
Warm, wet, writhing.
But I think I was too green, too naive,
So stunted that if you squeezed me -
With heavy hands - I would burst.
Lara Abbey is a soon-to-be English and Film student from the UK.
