She grew like ivy around my cankered heart
Causing me to asphyxiate and distend
Until my blistering eyes bled
So I’d have to peel back the layers like onions
To prevent them becoming callused
While constricting the light that would render me cadaverous.
About Anthony Ward:
Anthony tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including South, Word Gumbo, Drunk Monkeys, Crack the Spine, Shadow Fiction, Message in a Bottle, Snakeskin, and Blinking Cursor amongst others.