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Unrequited Love

written by: Natalie Crick

 

My kiss has slipped off
Like a dress.
It unpeels itself, a gift.

Trees unfurl their branches,
Limbs of whores
Stumbling in the wind.

I long
For you,
My tongue back in my mouth

A restless bird,
Love running,
Freezing to ice on the lake

Only to be washed away
When the sun sinks to a whisper
Drowning in white rain.

Natalie Crick

Natalie Crick

Natalie Crick, from Newcastle in the UK, has found delight in writing all of her life and first began writing when she was a very young girl. She graduated from Newcastle University with a degree in English Literature and plans to pursue an MA at Newcastle this year. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in a range of journals and magazines including The Lake, Ink Sweat and Tears, Poetry Pacific, Interpreters House and Jet Fuel Review. Her work also features or is forthcoming in a number of anthologies, including Lehigh Valley Vanguard Collections 13. This year her poem, 'Sunday School' was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
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