By
Katie Lewington
Green
hair in my eyes
making them water
waiting for a bus
and a text of confirmation
cars glide past
i have my back to them
waiting at the bus
what little shelter this provides
small red spider crawls on my jacket lapel
i brush it off.
Sunday morning
with the radiators on
burning my knees as i push forward
to lean up and open the window above me
stroking the faux fur of my phone case
don’t you hate that
i’m anxious and hungry
silly for feeling so
there’s a thick rug of mould across
my orange
i won’t be eating that
still in date though.
Katie Lewington
Katie Lewington wrote her first poem aged 16. Even though, after analysing a poem for her hellish English GCSE, she vowed she would have nothing more to do with poetry. She has now published a number of books on Amazon.com and Payhip.com. Her creative writing, and reviews, can be read at https://katiecreativewriterblog.wordpress.com