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  • Writer's pictureLippy

An easy fix

My throat is torn

A mess

Of bloody fingerprints scattering

Claiming victory to my

Plundered spirit

It's funny.

why is it so easy to


Others under the bus

Why have we never been

Granted a

Seat at the table

When will my body


In the way that my spirit wills it

Maybe it's better to


Behind veiled eyes and

Rosy tinted glasses

We are all cowards

( is this what belonging feels like ).

Can I speak up


Do something

Maybe we can collect

Whisper some


Sound from the rips placed on skin

( but silence is so forgiving )

I gnaw into my gumline

a row of perfectly


Crescents; silent and stifled

Under previous interrogation

your smile leaves


In the creases of your forehead

An ever present

reminder of your


At my pain

We've gorged on

Fractured relationships

For far too long

Masks are stapled where our


Has been blurred

A pretty picture

Is better

Than no picture at all

( does that make us all liars ).

Words by Nikki Hamon

Artwork by Philippa Tuffin (@p.tuffin_art)


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