My body came from yours like a flower plucked
Your soil still damp on my cheeks
A reminder of us conjoined
Now the cold fingers pull me screaming
We break apart and are two.
I am taken from you before the air hits my lungs
Extracted and snipped
The quick flick of a wrist
Unearthed
My body cleansed
They wash you away.
My body uprooted, replanted in your arms
I wither against your skin
Clinging to the familiar
Petals drawn to the light
For the first time I see
Myself in you
I bathe in your gaze
Plump tears in your eyes
Heart pulses through your chest
I can hear it
But the sound is different
Wait, I can hear my own.
Bio:
Christine is Dublin based writer with a degree in English from Trinity College Dublin and a Masters in Creative Writing from Oxford University. Her work is published in Skirting Around Magazine and her play 'Let Your Hair Down' was produced at the Burton Taylor Studio in Oxford.