Three Poems
By Elizabeth Rose Murray.
Newcomer
intro
(Helen
she says,
takes his hand…
Thinks. It grows
heavy in her
own damp
grip)
verted
Pivot
omni
(lodged
in a cleft
of brain,
three small words
grow louder, screaming -
begging me to open
my tensed jaw and
release them. - Say
these little words
we’ll disappear
I hate you
I hate you.)
present
Silence
Sometimes / when you fuck me
/ you clamp your hand over my
mouth / around my neck / a
constrictor’s squeeze / greedy /
yet often I force you / to press
harder / cleanse me in silence
/ the day I speak / I walk away
// hush // brand the grip of your
fingers on my pale skin / bruise me
/ bluish / so we both know it’s real.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Elizabeth Rose Murray’s fiction can be read on Savage Manners and 3:AM Magazine, her flash fiction on Six Sentences and her poetry in The Ranfurly Review, DeComposed, Word Riot, Dogmatika and The Beat. She lives in Dublin.
First published in 3:AM Magazine: Monday, April 6th, 2009.
