Lucienne Kim Flavell Poems

I want you to feel
the insufferable loss of me.
I want you to feel as though
you're unable to function
...

Silence stretches between us,
his hands and eyes locked
under the table
texting his mates.
...

They had to knock out a wall
before they could winch me

onto the back of a lorry.
...

I can't sleep in hotels.

The sound of closing doors
and talk of people leaving
...

I miss the smell of smoke
coming in the open window.

You would sit on the step,
...

I found myself
snowed in with you.

I slept in your bed,
...

Across the table
you sink your teeth
into the purplish skin
of your past.
...