Monday, March 29, 2021

Chained by Linnet Phoenix

You let your life lapse to marry her 
You chose her sapping heavy halitosis 

Her mange matted bedhead bedraggled 
Her dank drool flecked jaws and snarls

You always knew her better than anyone
You gave her free reign of your dominion

She chewed your brain marrow just toying
She pissed slowly on your best bed linen

You didn't care what other people thought
You just embraced her lice ridden ribcage

I'd liked to have seen her 2 weeks after death
I'd have smiled to watch maggot infestation

She'd have been bloated in blackened heckles
She'd have had empty crow pecked sockets

I'd have lied to say the black dog never died
I'd have held your head in my lap as you cried



Linnet Phoenix is a poet who currently resides in North Somerset, England. She has been writing poetry for years. Her work has previously been published in Heroin Love Songs, Punk Noir Magazine, ImpSpired Magazine and others. With poems in the upcoming Spring 2021 edition of Poetica Review. She also enjoys horse-riding in rainstorms.


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