Juli Watson

Rookie (19 December 1974 / Sunderland, UK)

Dark Places - Poem by Juli Watson

Sinister polaroids
An eight-year old girl
Anonymous eyes blacked out
A Tesco carrier bag, a dark alley
Discarded clothes, discarded smiles
Bedsit couture
Even the carpet is sleazy
The crusted curtains twitching
The stench of spent passion
A shrine of squalor
Piss-soaked mattress
Obscenities on the wall
Gagged and bound
Scratched and sliced
Count the lines; use the mirror
Dark places exist however hard we look away
Dead people’s phones still ring
...And they seemed like such a nice couple.

Comments about Dark Places by Juli Watson

  • Vicki Acquah (7/15/2014 9:52:00 AM)

    O I really admired the poets ability - as far as the poetic delivery and the way she delivered such an horrible message about abuse that cannot be ignored. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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