Judi Walsh

 

 

 

 Stone

Let me look at your face in wonder, and hold it in my hands. Let me, with careful fingers, trace that noble nose, handsome and proud, which now can’t poke where it doesn’t belong. Let me stroke those silky eyelids with my thumbs. I will try and fail not to press hard on those eyes which see too much. Let my mute mouth claim your cruel mouth, so that your teeth are exposed, and so I have two tongues, and you have none.

 

 

Judi Walsh writes poetry and flash fiction. Her work has been listed for several awards including the Salt Flash Fiction Prize, National Flash Fiction Micro Competition and the Bath Flash Fiction and Novella-In-Flash awards. She tweets @judi_walsh

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