Poetry: Dirty Blonde by Courtenay S. Gray



Dirty Blonde

Two-pronged claw
squeezing bottleneck —
a pale gold liquid that
drips down her shell.
 
Wrapped in punch
toned cloth, the roof
painted with rubber eggs
of wild colours and string.
 
Dirty blonde, twisted —
crashing down,
howling. Eyes shut, blindly
stalking like an animal slaughtered.
 
Behind a prism, he takes
out his poison dart and
kisses it — beer in his
hoof, pulp exposed.





Courtenay S. Gray is a pushcart nominated writer from the North of England. You’ll find her work in an array of journals such as A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Misery Tourism, Expat Press, Red Fez, and many more. 

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