When her smile slips from her mouth when her face falls without falling apart when that shadow settles in her eyes so her eyes become like the eyes of a fish when she hides inside herself and he turns with a smirk to the crowds and we can't know what he said there is no way we can know what he said and I'm there in her blue buttoned-up dress and can feel the softness of her gloves on my hands, there’s that old familiar weight pushing on my/her chest once again it's just like back then, in my old life I/she does not move, I'm watching it happen as if it's happening to another, except it is, the people around me/her see it and stay silent, I'm trapped in her/my life and I'm rich, I'm so, so rich, and if I get out it will only be back to my body, to my new life to read the posts on Facebook by friends saying she knew what she was getting into, she must have known what he was like before she married him, stopping short of saying she deserved it, she/I deserve it, you/me deserve it.
Kim Moore's first collection The Art of Falling was published by Seren in 2015. Her first pamphlet If We Could Speak Like Wolves was a winner in the 2011 Poetry Business Pamphlet Competition. She is currently a PhD student at Manchester Metropolitan University, looking at writing poetry about sexism. She blogs at www.kimmoorepoet.wordpress.com