Sand-blasted

Poppy in combat

with the mirrored vision of inadequacy echoed through

her mother’s ears,

peppered by her father’s mouth.

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Brilliance

Brilliant hexagons

on brilliant skin,

Brilliant mind beneath,

within –

Fizzing with electric ambition –

Berocca.

And on the train it was chockablock,

And as the beat dropped –

Through the white wires,

The brilliant mind froze into liquid terror

At the touch of a fist too hard and too unexpected for retaliation or defence, or a dodge.

And so the brilliant mind became unbrilliant – slodge.