The emotional pin-up

Open the centrefold
Can you see that white chiffon
Playing with my limbs
Curled like a serpent
Between my furrowed brow
My hair
Tousled with fake wind
Widens my eyes
As you harden yours
Into a frozen stare
Icicles fall
And create a rivulet down your cheek
You stiffen your fists
And punch the air
Your heart pounds
Something stirs within
You hold yourself and scream
A stream forms at your feet
You touch it
And spread it on the page
I am pregnant with your rage