after you left there was nothing, all of it scraped out, the torso hollowed, the heart the lungs the liver, gone the eyes plucked, the tongue removed, the rest just empty, sprawled dead drunk across sheets that still smelled of you, of your hair, of the taste of everything you were and I wondered how you could leave a man who loved you like that, who would lay...

Here are the links to the winners’ poems – Stars Rite