Stylish. Unanimous. Uniform. Sleek. Polished. The famous Royal Crescent. Those words and their synonyms summarise Bath. A city which looks to have been built in one era, when in reality, it is part of as many eras as any city in these parts of the world. So what makes it so special? It’s in the …
I Ate A Box of Chocolates and Hated Myself For It: A Poem About Self-Image
A Box of Chocolate
I ate the chocolate
I knew you hid it
behind the cheese crackers
in the corner cupboard.
It tasted of superheroes,
beauty pageants, Olympic medals.
It melted on my tongue
into celebrity.
A zero-size, tree-tall,
front-cover, magazine model.
Then I swallowed.
Reached for more.
Until my fingers felt only paper.
I ate the chocolate.
It settles in my belly,
making me suffocate under
a phantom circus parachute.
I have celebrity
with a hall of mirrors.
A rolly-polly attraction.
That’s how the room sees me.
I won’t eat the chocolate.
Ever.
I found the chocolate
behind a cup of soup
in the corner cupboard.
I knew you put it there.
Under the circus parachute.
The crowd thinks
I’m the cannon bomb.
Set to explode.
Maybe I should.