Blackberry jelly lies
between the truth of your lips
and the bricks of your heart
Sticky-sweet, seeds sticking to
the grit in your teeth,
the gravel in your voice
as you carry empty sentiments on the wind.
The seeds know.
The untapped potential
The hate wrapped in denial
The shame.
They know the truth.
Jelly lies drip
Drip
Drip
pi
n
g
from your
fingertips
Blackberry blood pooling
round your ruddy boots.
Nature always wins.
You’re an umbrella in a hurricane.
You didn’t stand a chance.
Concisely Claire 