as wooden as a puppet,
she yearns for something to make sense.
on her lower eyelid,
waiting to fall.
burns her eyes, her brain.
Hot blood rages through her veins,
she wants to thump her fists
against his chest,
like rough charcoal- sketches
in her soul,
© Amy Barry
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Amy Barry writes poems and short stories. She has worked in the media industry as a Public Relations officer. Her poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and e-zines, in Ireland and abroad. Trips to India, Nepal, China, Bali, Paris, Berlin, have all inspired her work. She lives in Athlone, Ireland.