By: K. Blair
I pull myself out of the earth
from beneath the pear tree,
struggling against the roots
A lace ripping rebirth
You left me here
in this abandoned orchard,
where summer fruit moths
have desecrated the crops
Everything is fermentation
Cider sour
Panting on the surface,
what a thing it is
to be breathing again.
Is this how the moths feel
when they emerge?
Did I dissolve down there,
my matter undoing itself
A brand-new creature
The average lifespan of a
moth is eighteen days
Will I be so lucky?
You buried me in spring
Whispering frantic prayers as
you dug with your fathers' shovel
His wedding gift
Was this always the intention?
I'll find out and like these moths
I will eat through to your core
K.Blair (she/they) is a proud member of London Queer Writers and helps to run and host their LGBTQ+ spoken word night, SPEAK =. They have been published in Spoken Word London’s Anti-Hate Anthology, The Valley Press Anthology of Prose Poetry, the Dear Damsels website and Opia magazine. Their favourite band is The Mountain Goats, their favourite ice cream flavour is mint choc chip, and her husband didn’t really die in mysterious circumstances, that’s just the way she dresses. Find her in the wild, on Twitter @WhattheBlair, on Instagram, @urban_barbarian.
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