Four poems by Bridget Eileen

his truth slithers into her

By Bridget Eileen

stabs her repeatedly in her car
leaves an icy shell 

the lights of the parking lot are blurry from fog 
she knows she'll be dead for a while

Not worthy 
Not special

blackened resin and disappointment
fill the lulls and snuff out hope
hail claps the windshield

the appetite of 
loneliness
catching up with her




machine cuts

She doesn’t know why she likes to make herself bleed
Pulling the skin around her fingernails so violently
With her teeth seeing a little blood rise to the surface
Sucking the red away going back in for more

Hardly anyone is ever romantic nowadays
One man did say he was distracted by her beauty
That was flattering but mostly everyone is solicitous without
A modicum of sweetness. It's painful.




the grey days

scandal, you'd know it if you looked for it
clad in polka dots with a dash of blood on the side

the madness and wild laughter kills happiness
you only have to sneeze in that village for someone to

think about the grey days, where the sky is nothing
inside the man's study is a vase with a flower in it
the able woman watches it wobble then bang
the brutality, the portrait, who chooses not to discuss it




fantastical feminine 

women with bulging breasts, oh and
mouths, round, red, wet and ready
to paint, to gloss, to touch with the
tip of a brush, a finger, a

thing to think of. So long ago, a
lifetime of occurrences since those 
bold strokes what's left is solitude and
a reverence for monsters made of paint



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 About the author: Bridget Eileen lives in Boston. She grew up in the South Shore suburbs of the city. She received her undergraduate and graduate degrees in the great state of Maine. Along with writing poetry, journals, & picture books, she runs a style website showcasing her bargain hunter adventures in artsy, pinup, foodie, travel, nature and style stuff. Her work has been published in various publications, inlcuding most recently in Summerstock Journal and Let the Bucket Down. Her role model in life is Maude, of Harold and Maude. 

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