It wasn’t until after you’d left
me with voices in my head,
that I found your sweater;
mutton-coloured, merino wool
folded neater than I could ever be.
I pulled it on in my haphazard,
this is why you’re not a mother way.
You would have gently sneered
as the itchy wool shuddered
over my shoulders,
juddered down my front.
It was your size yet too tight,
a collar of beaded cotton teeth
caressing my jugular
threatening consumption of anything
which made me whole.
I wore it anyway.
In solidarity with the love
I once messily kindled,
with the friendship I once tended;
as you softly brandished secateurs,
pruning to perfection
your unruly rose.
Even though it itched,
picked, at my imperfections
with a snarling grin,
I wore it for a day.
Like you, I sneered;
white claws drawing blood
from my lips.
Like you, I wore expectations
taught by an unfaithful father
and coddling mother.
Like you, I stared hard
at soles with the nerve
to walk upon this earth,
alongside my perfect feet,
dressed in you.
One day was enough.
To finally meet the wolf;
who had charmed his way
into my nightdress,
who had almost devoured me,
who had almost married me.
In clothing which made me messy
and he pretty – petty.
I pulled off your sweater
from the bottom;
unravelled its edges
like I broke your heart.
I burnt the remaining thread.
I burnt it, in the flames
of the ardour,
I never felt for you.
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Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.
You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties
Bravo, Kristiana!
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Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:
LOVE your writing, Kristiana!
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Thank you Kindra ❤️
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You’re so welcome!
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This was lit! A sweater and a wolf, and so deep! Wow!
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Thank you 😊
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Welcome!
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This goes deep into my heart. Yes, wolves. I feel it all. Thankyou.
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Thank you for such a wonderful comment ❤️
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This is amazing! A masterpiece ♥️
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Oh, thank you very much! Glad you enjoyed it ❤️
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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Love this, all of this, but the first stanza is killer:
“It wasn’t until after you’d left
me with voices in my head,
that I found your sweater;
mutton-coloured, merino wool
folded neater than I could ever be.”
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Thank you Christine!
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Kristiana Reed on Blood Into Ink
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Stellar writing from Kristiana Reed on Blood Into Ink
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