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  November 2016
volume 13 number 2
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Natalie Crick
November 2016
   

 

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    Natalie Crick has found delight in writing all of her life and first began writing when she was a very young girl. Her poetry is influenced by melancholic confessional Women's poetry. Her poetry has been published in a range of journals and magazines including Cannons Mouth, Cyphers, Ariadne's Thread, Carillon and National Poetry Anthology 2013.

   

 

Slapped

Say hello to me.
I like it.
I like it.
Do it again

I see me in my sleep,
A horrible thing.
Accused and furious.
Hoping she will die one day.

She stares, black with curses.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
iI heard you climbing the stairs.
Only wondered if you wanted to talk to us.

Once unbreakable.
Now a shocking white.
Now I know for sure.
The beautiful face is not mine.

Say hello to me.
You are the one I want for myself.
She is transparent as a cloud.
This was to be her Wedding Day.

She is at the water's edge,
Close to breaking
.

Lost for words.

After what she said.
The Bitch.
The Bitch at the end of the long corridor,
Laughing with a full, wide mouth.

At myself! It is I!
An obscene woman.
I imagine there are two,
Then I will be as good as new.

copyright 2016 Natalie Crick