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Skin Too Small

Niamh Elizabeth

Spring, 2022

In the glow of strong cider

We were telling stories of our futures together

Under the rain of a new season

When she turned to me and said

'We don’t know if you'll be here next year'

I had stitched the skin too tight around the bones

Leaving no space in between when

Rushing to close the gaps of pain

And I realised I couldn't hold all of me

Leaving them to repair my seams when I ripped apart

In the dark the streets were flooding

Niamh is a writer and full time mother to her cat who spent much of her teenage years being pretentious about music and developing a nicotine habit. She loves history books, band t-shirts and sleeping in late.

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