Blushing cheeks, in synthetic cashmere
under plastic snowflakes listening
to the string quartet playing 80s ballads -
she was perfect like a paper postcard.
But there was a whistling in the air
a sense of unease. And then,
came the atomic bomb and
she was set alight - a burn lasting
48 hours and then nothing
I tried to sew her back together
but she just kept unravelling
stitch by stitch and the strings
all melted into nothing,
frayed threads of nothing and
This needs development... having trouble getting my words out on this one!