Reflection, shared giggles, and dimples.
Rose petals, snowed and fragrant fall on her head.
Tomatoes straight from the vine, exploding with flavor and juice.
Bees like mini helicopters buzz, buzz around lemon blossom.
Swings with wooden seats and chains, and legs akimbo.
The sound of glee peels like a bell into an endless blue sky.
Drunk again, and spent, another night of self neglect.
Abandoned house with scars of lives spent on the edge.
Trams rattle lonely at 1a.m, pass the kid with nowhere safe to go.
In the ‘burbs the ‘good people’ sleep soundly,
Sports trophies, school photos, ironed school uniforms,
And a lunch box, washed and clean,
Awaits the morning’s fresh made sandwich.
Once more into the doughnut, the whirling, churning spinning wheel,
Of life, or death, now hold your breath, click, click.
We found a vein, the poison fills me gratefully,
Weedkiller for the misbehaving cells.
Phantom nipple of the breasts long gone,
Slivered, living in a petri dish, viewed under a microscope,
Prophesising my future like a cheap trick psychic.
My tarot read by the blue eyed oncologist with a path report.
I stroke my scarred, flat, ‘ballet chest’.
Donna Williams, BA Hons, Dip Ed.
Author, artist, singer-songwriter, screenwriter.
Autism consultant and public speaker.
I acknowledge Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people as the Traditional Owners of this country throughout Australia, and their connection to land and community.