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iDrew

October 29, 2012

iEnd

this rubble strewn romance debris of
broken promises infested by love
rats gnawing at subsidence talk
as if this was an excuse
            you’re just a boy cunt
this is what you do
to turn your head away and say
     babe gotta blow
     the dandelion clock says it’s time for work
you think i don’t know your game
and know that your
daisy chain incarcerates me
into the bastille of submission
locked
listen honey we need to talk about us
if you don’t want me that’s fine
i’ll get over it no fuss
in fact i’m fed up of your
hissy fits and spats so let’s get this sorted
now
‘cos there’s no way yer gonna mess with
this girl cunt’s cunt
it’ll be like fucking my heart
to that the wrecking ball has had its final swing
house music rhythms that leave annotations on sheets
footnotes of our citadel in bits on the ground
the demolition of us
loaded
into a keepsake shoebox with ticket
stubs photo booth snaps and a pressed
buttercup’s lacklustre all buried
under my bed
the remains being stains and dust
but then you’re just a boy cunt
you make war not love

            the end

Writing under the name of iDrew to co-ordinate with her titles, Essex girl Drew has previously been published in various magazines both on-line and in print.  She enjoys shopping, boys and clubs but claims these are all merely research for her writing.   She is also one of the founding members of the Clueless Collective and can be found at:  www.cluelesscollective.co.uk
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