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| by Nia Harries |
I remember when
you cut my heart in two
with your tongue.
Words lashing
in drunken haste, but
there was no repenting
at leisure later.
I remember the feel
of the concrete
as I sunk onto the
sodden street,
tears mingling
with the rain
like some cliché
chick flick moment.
I remember you
shouting at me
to get up, not
make a scene.
As you threw
your hands in the air,
turned your back
to me and walked away,
the deluge came,
and how I didn't
drown I'm not sure.
MEET THE POET:
Originally from rural Wales, Nia has lived in East Yorkshire the past 6 years. A single mother and occasional blogger, her self-published collection ‘Walking through the shadows’ was published in 2017 and she is working on her next collection. She has featured in The High Wolds Poetry Festival and accompanying collections, The Amphibian Literary Journal, Delicate Emissions, Noctivagant Press, Discretionary Love, and will feature in Boats Against the Current and also Sunday Morning at the River’s next anthology later this year.
Social Media handles: - Blog- niaharries.wordpress.com Twitter: @niaharries1 Instagram:@realniaharries
