A Filthy Fairytale

A Filthy Fairytale

The regurgitating bass precedes your arrival,
a wedding march for the disenchanted;
vibrating through the smeared windows,
echoing in these dank dirty streets.

Your red rusted micra, a pumpkin carriage,
taking us away to seedy alleys
so that our bestial tryst can continue,
beautiful in its malevolence.

The windscreen crackles with frost,
a glass coffin encasing us.
There is no true love's kiss, no beauty in this.


Kirsty A Niven

Kirsty A. Niven is from Dundee, Scotland. Her poetry has appeared in numerous publications, including  The Machinery, The Dawntreader, Dundee Writes and Laldy!

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  1. Only the best writers can get away with what you just did. This might be the most impressive poem I have read in this journal.

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