Very Bad Poetry

My coffin has two windows
The one you watch me
through with that smile
that tells me you don't think
about my heart. It's still
behind you, you know.
The other has smudges
that look like my parents
Foreign, brown
with the stink of arguments
I purposely ignored. I
purposely bled for you
and for my sisters
in the abortion clinics.
It's cold in this coffin.
The dirt is too thin,
like the blankets of my youth,
and it doesn't get any warmer
six feet under.

Shirley Gothen has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Shirley's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Shirley's latest works: