sarah k bell


wound

reaching down to place your weight
in my waiting place, never
the sound of the drop            a howl for volume
winding through the oaks

the scraped out hollow of my throat creates space
for new things to tangle & grow
a beck, a shiver            sliver of ivory
curved into a blade

sloping like silence            a bell
the delicate mould of your body
stretching of limbs to meet & recoil

the keeping of subtle secrets



sarah k bell lives in Melbourne, Australia. She hopes this won’t always be the case.

 
 
 
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