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
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
