The frozen water’s
perfect skin is flawed. An arm’s
length from the jetty
a jagged scar has
knitted up the wound I made
when I pushed you in.
© Helen Whittaker http://theduckside.com
poetry and fiction by Helen Whittaker
The frozen water’s
perfect skin is flawed. An arm’s
length from the jetty
a jagged scar has
knitted up the wound I made
when I pushed you in.
© Helen Whittaker http://theduckside.com