‘Her story’ by Abegail Morley

  Her story I. Inside where the darkness stops, her bones are soft, pliable, her head half her weight. She curls in the curve of the crescent moon. Week 28, she feels pain. Inhales, exhales; downy hair covers her skin, like his. Waters break. II. Her room’s changed shape, dimension. No longer measured crown to rump, she stretches her length, cranks up Amy Winehouse, reads … Continue reading ‘Her story’ by Abegail Morley