Dirty Blonde

Courtenay's Corner

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.

Originally published by A Thin Slice of Anxiety

Published by Courtenay's Corner

Courtenay Schembri Gray is a writer from the North of England. She is 1/4 Maltese, and happened to find herself hit by a car when she was eleven. You’ll find her work in an array of journals such as A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Misery Tourism, Expat Press, Rejection Letters, Hobart, Bath Flash Fiction, and many more. She will often post on her blog: www.courtenayscorner.com Twitter: @courtenaywrites Instagram: @courtenaywrites

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