I never cried. Not when
I fell off my bike and skinned my
hands, or when the bus driver
was new and took a wrong
turn. We ended up miles from home.
Paula Jones made froggy sounds,
wet her knickers. Backseat
boys laughed, stole
her specs. I didn’t cry then
or later, when Mam threw
the kitchen knife at dad, the
big one, that hung in the air like
the Cheshire cat’s smile. I
fought, made the bus boys
give back Paula’s specs. Todd
Briggs gave me a Chinese
burn. My wrist still hurt when I picked
up the knife from the floor. My eyes
hurt too like they’d been burned.
I never cried.
Allison Davies is a graduate of the MA in Creative Writing at Northumbria University and writes script, poetry and prose. Her work has been published in various locations and has won and been listed in several competitions, including the BBC Radio 4 Alfred Bradley Award. She is currently working on “Toast”, a play for production at ARC Stockton early in 2013.
Allison lives in Northumberland and makes occasional appearances on the performance poetry circuit in and around Newcastle Upon Tyne. She is Director of a fair trade jewellery company, working with leprosy affected women in Nepal.