Waiflike wasting away by the waistline,
fine hair matted and pulled to the side.
Front door facing I’m tracing a lifetime, lockdown stops me before I can hide.
Wine over dinner you’re thinner than healthy,
shelter your innocence,
let yourself in.
These ribs will protect you
I cannot reject you
who pried through my door with no more than a grin.
One thought on “Defenceless”
I really love the rhythm of this poem. My favorite line is the first line because of the rhythm and alliteration. I was confused by the punctuation of the third line. I wonder if the speaker is facing the door while tracing the lifeline. I really enjoyed the bits of subtle rhyming mixed in. This gives me a sense of foreboding and worry for the speaker. Loved reading this!