like a snake,
slicing my bones
and scratching my veins
with its scales.
my loss
burnt my fingertips
and dug a hole
in the centre of my chest.
i tried to feed the hole
kindness, drugs, and love
but my loss swallowed it all
and hungrily pushed against my ribs.
when i’m quiet
i can hear the hole
swelling under my heart,
greedily.
*poem featured in Wretched City. from my poetry collection “my loss is my root”, written in 2019.
amaryllis 