Tombstones by B F Jones

B F Jones, Poetry

Tombstones

A life well lived.
Acronyms were not her friends
Great father, average husband
A life well lived?
John something something
Finally.
She believed in iteration
You ain’t getting that back
I regret nothing.
We buried you with your travel mug
Name and message TBC
Reunited with her daughter.Pass the burgers, Jesus
Evil man, thief of trees and innocence
I demand a recount
Cats!
Going to hell, need anything?
I’ve taken all your secrets.
A life well lived?
We will remember love.
Shipwreck.
Lived fast, died wet
I told you so, Margaret

A life.

3am drunk texts by B F Jones

B F Jones, Close To The Bone, Poetry

B F Jones is French and lives in the UK. She has flash fiction and poetry in various UK and US online magazines.  Her poetry chapbook, Last Orders, and collection, Panic Attack, will both be published by Close To The Bone late 2021

3am drunk texts 

I want 

To lick your

Wounds

Clean 

Start 

Something Impossible  

Memories of 

A broken 

Love story

To take 

To my grave 

I want to shout

Your name 

I dry out 

Lusty sweat 

And wet fingers 

And wonder if 

You 

And I

Will one day

Come 

Together

I want 

To kiss 

Goodbye 

The mouth 

That never says 

The words 

I reserve for 

Another 

And leave 

This insanity 

Prison