Five girls.
one shadow -
masculine.
If you bang
your knee
it yields
no proof
of existence.
You were
killed by
gelatin eyes,
dreams of many
coalescing heavily
on the shoulder
of saplings.
No matter
how lovely
you couldn’t be
expected to grow
beyond
the confines
of desire -
unwelcome shroud.
The moods
of summer
swung through
your golden
hair, left
all the young
men monsters,
obsessed only
with thoughts
of possession.
Tiffany is
working hard on her dream of writing. Her work is published or forthcoming in
Back Patio Press, Q/A Poetry, Muskeg Magazine, Rabid Oak and The Mantle among
others. She loves tea and cats and can be found @tiffobot on Twitter
