Kirsty Taylor
A Quill

You sing words of sweet, sweet symphony,
And I follow along accordingly.
We soar together,
Higher than the eagles.
Faster than the cheetahs.
My body no longer unifies your thoughts with words,
In a bout of fury.
You throw me out with the debris,
Of what once used to be.

Hacking me apart,
As a predator who’s finally caught their prey.
Savouring each moment,
Bit by bit.
I break.
How do we come back from this?
Words by Kirsty Taylor
Photography by Louise Mudie and Kirsty Taylor ( in consetutive order)