The Woman Who Allowed Him Love by Matthew J. Hall

he’d wanted to say
a few words at the ceremony
but there were none
he looked at their faces
their clothes
their lives
he saw them as one
collective disease
dead to the art of breathing
and he realised
without her
he was just another part
of them
she was like a glass thorn
razor sharp and transparent
she stared at the night
pointed a finger
at dead stars
and called them
she said they were
false prophets
she was all woman
the ground had been stolen
from underneath
she was gone
and there was nowhere to fall


Matthew J. Hall’s poetry chapbook, Pigeons and Peace Doves, is available through Blood Pudding Press. He reviews small press books at


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