POEM – FUCK LOVE, I’M PAID
Pitch forks and black dust bags.
Tale of the night my heart was torn to rags.
Pure white sheets turn blood red.
Fragrant lies so sweet my mind force fed.
A few hours later, taken my escape all gone.
My pride I had to swallow, I’m done.
Brimful I run from myself to seek solace.
Blue tears will no longer run down my beautiful face.
I’m ready, transformation can commence.
My heart now turned cold as a consequence.
Focused on my ultimate prize.
Green they line my black eyes.
Fuck love I’m no longer afraid.
Believing in myself I’m gonna get paid.
Poem by Sarah Martin @sugaroc
Painting by Sue Tsia @suetsai