Title: Corsetry
by Beth from Warwickshire | in writing, poetry, story-telling
Grey sea-light all around us
my mother at my back
and the whalebone at my heart.
She said 芒聙聹Now you are fourteen...芒聙聺
and helped me slide it into shape,
grey sea-light all around us.
It bit my ribs, pressed them close,
speechless tongue swelled in my throat;
and the whalebone at my heart.
I'd never felt my breath so small,
the clean white bone cut all love short,
grey sea-light all around us.
芒聙聹Come up on deck 芒聙聯 he's there,芒聙聺 she said.
But all the air was water now
(and the whalebone at my heart).
See me swimming up the stairs
graceless in new mermaid shape 芒聙聯
grey sea-light all around us
and the whalebone at my heart.
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