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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)

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