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EB Oct 2024
Take me apart, body boy,
Hold me, dangling, from the climb.
Your hands have cast a spell on me,
The movements hit bullseye.

I waited many summers
For my body boy to dive,
But the cord was wrapped around him-
How he had to kick to survive.

The waves below us called to me,
But my body boy decried,
‘How can I jump from where I’m from,
When I never learnt to cry?’

One day the cord turned rotten,
And I knew it was our time,
So, my body boy let go of me,
But he never jumped behind.
EB Oct 2024
plucking and pulling,
gouge out the jelly.
many hands have scraped my skin:
the soft base of my belly.
teasing and testing,
wrench apart my brain,
i carry the abrasions-
this invisible, ever-spreading stain.

— The End —