You, I

By Katarzyna Bukowicki


You look at me like a ghost

I talk back with chattering bones

You cup my face in your hands, tell me 

I am cherished while

You try to sell me.

I fight these words like I fight sleep over



katarzyna cecylia bukowicki is a 21 year old poetess, ancient history and classical archaeology student, figment of her own imagination and reckons herself to be a crap sylvia plath. she lives in leicestershire inside her own head and blogs occasionally at