Exaptation

Jo Middleton

Grimy walls covered in memories.
pretty splatters hide invisible thoughts.
It's only me and my inversable boat.
Made out of China, hidden by sandbags.

The Germans are coming,
Coming to take me away.
But I'm not fully Jewish
Just different from them.

Led by an older version of me.
Barking orders, tail wagging free,
With her icicle eyes stabbing into me.
Grabs my wrist and "pulls. Me. Free."

My bathtub becomes the burnt out spa.
She kicked the lock in,
Air shelter raided.
The screaming will be never ending.

So now I sit, naked and exposed.
All scars on show,
Just like you wanted.
Disgusting and purple.

People pay to see them.
With candy floss and clown noses.
I hang from the high ropes,
Wide beaming child smile.

You'll be happier with your misery gone.
Why buy a small mirror?
It could of been priceless.
She is worth no more than 25 cents.

Comes with a rifle and
Vemon in my baby teeth.
Sick of chive and disappointment.
Take me in your loving arms.

Shower hose and tatty bunk beds.
You can snap my already broken neck.
Then mother push my head under,
Under the bubbles and bomb shelter.

Forget it.

  • Author: Jo Middleton (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2018 07:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: For my mother.
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 34
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