By Sophie Cooney
my heartbreak hangs heavy inside of me
like an overripe fruit on a stringy bough
I still feel the weight there when I breathe
as though I would burst at the seams
and spill over if only I would allow.
I am half a person, half past my best flesh,
with my insides turning to stone
rotten juice straining against the thresh
of a meat suit not fitted for me
or for any one person who is so alone.
if I were to clasp my hands and squeeze
I’d turn to pulp, to mush, with ease.
my fingers would pierce through my skin with a pinch
and I would bleed dry before I could flinch.
I am a University of Strathclyde graduate who, since leaving, has discovered a love for poetry that I wish I’d had during my time there- it would have made the coursework easier! This was written during a particularly difficult emotional time, and it helped to get some of the negative feelings out and onto paper.
