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#49

 

The decaying stool has one

Wonky

Leg.

She teeters and

Totters

Left          to          right

Staring d

o

w

n

At the razor in her hand.

 

 

#81

 

The marrow leaks out

Seeping between bony fingers

The broken rib

Still held up high

Something to examine

In solemn disquietude.

 

 

#99

 

In a classroom devoid

Of all life.

She carves abhorrent words

Into the crucified desk.

It’s simply too late

To realise

The marks are ingrained

On her bloody thighs.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Rebecca Sherratt

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