I painted them red,
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.