It can be hard to explain The pleasure of a broken rib. Bruises bloom across the soil beds of your chest, The warmth of the consistent ache Almost like a friend in its constancy. Fingers press and jab and fondle just to remind yourself that Yep, still stings like a net of nettles. But the…
Creative Writing
Loving Your Body
Kia is watching herself in the mirror and She doesn’t look like herself; She thinks she did once; She wishes she did now; She never will again. Kia is watching herself in the mirror and Where there was once the sharp jutting of rocks There is now ripe grassland, May green, lingering with soft sweet-scented…
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