Salty finger tips cling to aching wrist.
hang from cliff hanger shoulders.
Taut chords strangle the hardened neck.
Delivering a weighty head
through brain blowing tedium.
Leaves tangle and soak her skin.
Cool on cheeks, all hot from google alerts.
Eyeballs tense and dry, wanting to weep.
But the heart says gently;
Only hours now, only minutes,
to flashing furzelight freedom!
For International Women’s Day, March 8th, 2013