a woman on a bad Friday

I remember who I was before you killed me

Like a tiny little marble, circling towards a black hole

Afterwards they had better bleach the bones clean

After they cut off the bad meat to separate it into parts and label it

This was the part that didn’t care.

This was the part that didn’t text back.

This kidney wasn’t all things to all people….all the time

‘What the hell do you mean cunt? What the hell do you mean?’

they yell at the parts of the whole

‘Why must you make up such nonsense?’

A lover who smiles at a jumper, because it means I won’t be cold when the wind picks up.

I remember who I was before you killed me

Dancing in the mornings, singing with the birds, so fucking high no one could bring me down.

So you tied me down like a balloon and waited

‘She pushed me Miss’ they lie to the sum of my part

A band-aid to cover a deeper wound.

Wolf whistles warn of wolves, when teenage girls just want to walk.

A lover that smiles at my baseball bat and says. ‘You’ll need a bigger one.’

A lover who hears me sing with the birds and says ‘Sing it again, but louder’

I remember who I was before you killed me

Hell, maybe I was struggling to breath anyway.

‘EVIL’ they yell at the piece of meat that still pleads for respect

They whisper stories amongst themselves in secret chats, about you but never to you

A lover who keeps my name safe in his mouth even when interrogated.

Friends who will tell stories after I’m gone, painting me as more than a sum of my parts