Overview
Thin hair curl hair that can’t decide which colour it is
hairline held forever at that point of retreat
his forehead bumpy and square
All his broken demons resting on that shelf like eye ridge
All left tatty for her use
Nose broken and left for dead too many times by villagers
Bulbous and his too
Baggy lids hanging loose stretched by her tears
Lips bruised by one way kisses
All left tatty for her use
Cheeks and chin fighting the good fightAgainst follicle infestation
her genetics have mustered
Focused light travels to the roots to erase his shadow
She must be vigilant but is so tired
All left tatty for her use
Thick trunk left feral by inactivity and stupor now on the verge of solidity
She needs it broken down massaged with love and sweat and heart pumped blood
She aches he has left her finally but the umbilical cord of enui and exhaustion are present still
She drifts through this new life of bright futures and lines that stretch into tomorrows
Happy she is here wishing for more unable to undo so many of the mistakes he made
Like wet soap
Knowing how to grasp
But unable
All left tatty
For her to use
