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.