Words by Belle Ryan
A girl
swallowed whole
by the yawning ether
If you place a weapon in her
hand, she will not hurt
you
Blades of grass
bunched in her fi st
the lifeblood oozing onto her
palms
Sap and sweat on her knees
staining her skin
green and yellow
to match adorning bruises
She chews through her lip
because she is
bored
A thumb on her chin, I
tilt her head up, towards
the sky
Silver slug trails move
from the outer corners of her eyes
towards the ground
searching –
for?
a way out
always a way out
