Madeline
Madeline,
She was born
In summertime, with
Rainbow smoke pouring out from her mouth
Like journeys in the sky.
Doves danced in her hair.
Who would know
What was to happen next?
She lived in a chapel
Of glass walls.
And God was like
A beautiful deviant to her, a brother maybe.
Madeline. Oh, how I will miss you!
What is life all about?
It is like upsetting all of your best friends and
Turning around
And around
And around
Until
BLACK.
Blood, it pumps through her veins.
Her heart is white jelly.
Madeline, when she was born
She died inside herself.
Sssshhhh, everything is quiet now.
Natalie Crick is a beauty and style writer and a poet. Her poetry has been published in a range of journals and magazines, including Cannons Mouth, Cyphers Magazine and The Journal. She is influenced by melancholic contemporary women’s poetry.