Poetry- Lucy Mackarel

In Memorial 

I have never been to a funeral,
I have, however mourned a body.
In a room with brown walls and a window to the road.
It was his bedroom and the body was my own.

Knees on carpet as though I were praying.
This act though, was anything but holy.
A position of submission, how fitting.
I felt like I had lost.

What was I supposed to do?
He was begging me.
How could I say no to my own boyfriend?
When he was begging me.

Thinking back I realise,
He was begging me..
While he pushed m...


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