September by Lucy Winrow

Ammonia tones seep in
Curling heavy fingers
Rubbing my gums
Peeling back my lungs
As an empty shadow repeats itself
Across a green divide that hides

Nothing

Everything

Squirming
worms in faded matchboxes
Edged open at cautious intervals
Blasted with intrusive air
Hot early morning showers never remove the smell
My stomach aches for all the meals I tried to eat
Still, voices ironed
stiff with love
Twitter and trill
Look at the sun
Feel it on your skin
Touch it
Breathe
It in

Author bio:

Lucy Winrow has had poems published in a number of journals such as Fire, The Ugly Tree and Rain Dog, as well as four anthologies.