I’m alright, thanks – although now you ask
I do feel a bit,
like the last layer
tougher than the rest
stretched tight over my drum
has ripped –
and out come
all the things I can’t say
that can’t find the words to fit them
I can’t pin down in any tongue
a whole sea of shape
undulating and erupting – painless, silent
Sorry, thanks for asking
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About The Author
Amy Stewart is a freelance copywriter by day, writer of feminist, speculative fiction by night. She recently completed an MA in Creative Writing at York St John and is currently studying for a PhD at the University of Sheffield centred around female circus artists. Amy’s work can be found in Undivided Magazine, The Aurora Journal and Ellipsis Zine, and she also received a Highly Commended Award in the 2019 Bridport Prize for her short story, Wolf Women. She’s most often found ambling around the Yorkshire countryside with her partner Phil and rescue dog, Wolfie.
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