Fleur Blüm, a Melbourne-based writer, performer, and musician, crafts fiction with a romantic twist, infused with feminist themes.
I can raise sixty kilos above me
Five times, but cannot raze your weight
From my chest.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Heavy, turgid – an
Imaginary version of you
I cling to like a child desperate
To be loved.
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxx No more tears
Will I cry for you. You’re destroying
This, whatever it might have been
By being an arsehole.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Enough.
I have nothing more to say to
You. Except
xxxxxxxxxx Grow up.
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[…] group. I went along, I took two poems, one called “Crush”, which I’ve posted here and one which was an homage to Paradise Lost, which I wrote a couple of weeks ago. It’s […]
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