Insignificant
By Katie Ness
Sour, it’s sour
I feel like a warm cigarette
On a cold day.
Dry, insignificant,
Within your violent mouth.
Slow, burning,
I am dust.
Black eyes, mirror distorted.
I could write sonnets and poems about those eyes,
Just a concept,
I am just your concept,
A fucking necessity!
Bitter, it’s bitter.
The ashen taste of you in my heart.
Katie Ness
Katie Ness is a poet, essayist, yoga teacher, cacaoista, women’s wellbeing coach and ectopic pregnancy survivor. Her poems have been published in Hecate Magazine, Poetry Undressed, Pressure Cooker Literary, We for Women Stories and Rebelle Society among others. She has memoirs published in two books entitled Phoenix Rising and Wild Wombyn Rising. Her debut poetry collection is soon to be published. She lives in London.