issue 4

october 2016

issue 4 - october 2016

The Season of Becoming Woman - Shannan Wiltshire

The old softness I had for you 
is falling through my fingertips. 
I need to say goodbye 
to the layer of petals 
you kissed into my skin. 
To the way 
you stained my bones blue. 
I have a whole universe 
resting inside my mouth 
and now 
I need 
to leave.
Nostalgia burns me 
crisp and tinted 
in cidered- gold 
I rumble for that peached youth, 
I peel my skin back looking for it.
Licking rose water 
into the curves. 
Slicing the baby skin 
to rough. 
Folding humanity 
into the womb.

Contributor's Note

Graduate in History and English Literature from The University of Waikato.

 

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