Elizabeth Kemball

 

 

 

Pied Piper

Your voice echoes through my body
rumbling into veins and curves.

Turns me into wood; stiff and tied to
your tongue – your lungs – your vibrating throat –

every hum is a drum beating me into your shadow,
copying every movement, imitating each inch of your skin.

When you speak,
I hear you sing.

You could walk into the raging sea, bob under it
and next you would be me- flailing to stay close.

I know you from a single note – a grunt – a blunt retort –
each sentiment (be love or insult) moves me closer to you.

I will follow you until my flesh crumples and folds,
and falls from my crumbling bones.

 

 

Elizabeth Kemball is a writer and illustrator whose work has featured in journals including  Black Bough and Iceberg Tales. She is an Editor and Designer for Re-Side magazine and is currently being mentored by Mari Ellis Dunning. Twitter @lizziekemball Instagram @e.kemball

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