A Sharp Intake

A Sharp Intake 

Realisations are sometimes horrific.

The empty biscuit tin, the final scrape 

of butter. The dirty penny from the jar.

Breath, when taken deeply, will

dislodge truths that were stuck

and locked, if we slowly exhale.

The way the men held me down 

and entered me that night, or the

last time you said you loved me.