The Word is Out - Imelda May

Do you think of me

When your mind can’t breathe

And my blood runs hot

On the cold pale sheets?

Do you?

Do I think of you

When my aching skin

Feels fingertips

Gliding in?

Do I?!

Did you think of you

When your heartless chest

Felt fuck all

Ripping mine from my breast?

Did you?

Did you?

I think of you

And your crooked smile

Your father’s right hand

And our unborn child

And your mouth

From out which candied words fell

Those moist missed lips

That ate so well

That licked that spit

That spun your spell

The pros the poems

You stole from books

And other’s stories

From infidels and conjured up

A killer squirrel

The bird is dead

The word is out