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)