Jo Todd : Writing

There's something in my throat

There's something in my throat

A Poem by Jo Todd


There is something in my throat, coating my airways it trickles drip drip drip down into my lungs they are filled with it drowning in it my bo..
Empty

Empty

A Poem by Jo Todd


Your conciousness makes itself known,by insistently prodding me in the lower backMy leg greeted with affectionate thrusts as you stare lovingly into m..
Sitting Pretty

Sitting Pretty

A Poem by Jo Todd


Sitting PrettyIn a room of gaudy baublesa life time of memoriespiled high aroundeach one holds herwhispers sweetly in her earStay, stay with uslose yo..
Take the pill

Take the pill

A Poem by Jo Todd


Take the pill, Choke it downForget your parents are out of townForget your best mate snorting cokeForget the cigarettes make you chokeForget your stom..
Howl

Howl

A Poem by Jo Todd


Waves of sound thunder onwardcrash against the shore of our earsthen ebb away like the aftershocksof a hard earned orgasmto come rushing back once mor..
stfu

stfu

A Poem by Jo Todd


Sit and listen in rapture as I attempt to capture your attention with my lyrical rhapsodymouths shut, all eyes on me pleaseno distractions as I spill ..
Dilemma

Dilemma

A Poem by Jo Todd


To sit, to relaxTo relieve my aching legsTo place my many heavy bags on the floor and stop the screaming protests of my tired armsTo force open my sti..
Proud

Proud

A Poem by Jo Todd


You there! Yes youYou with your two matesand your cocky swaggerThinking you're so HARDYou think that justbecause I am one and you are manythat it woul..
The sound of you eating makes me want to punch you in the face

The sound of you eating makes me want to punch you..

A Poem by Jo Todd


You stick your hand in the bag and rummagesearching every f*****g nook and cranny for the last few crumbsYou rustle and crinkle like the rest of us ar..
The weather was perfect on that day

The weather was perfect on that day

A Poem by Jo Todd


We wait in the sun, dappled light filters through the trees Aplayful breeze flows around us, twining with the murmur of hushed voices Fragile s..

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