Without my initials maybe my edges would be smoother - soft like my tummy and the inside of my elbow. I could be lighter - caterpillar to butterfly, shedding the nine letters which have sought to define me my whole life. It would be a cocoon lying in tatters - falling away as ash and … Continue reading Smoother


Limp and beautiful she hung foetal, knee to chin shimmering in sun and starlight reflected in morning dew slipping beneath curled toes foetal, knee to chin woven membrane silk in which to blossom to grow.   Limp and broken she hung stretched feet dangling low deformed wings hints of blue she could have been so … Continue reading Metamorphosis