poem two: the side of me I fear

the side of me I fear

kicks their teeth in
& she is never sorry.

she never takes the high
road, avoids being seen.

she dances through me
wearing only a bangle
made of molars & finger bones

gloating like Kali, her feet
trample the gored body of memory.


Another from my scribbled list of prompts from last year: ‘the side of me I fear’. Again I cannot remember what site it was from, but I do know it was quite an old prompt.


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