MAYHEM - Issue Four

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Rachael Elliott


first the great unpicking
seams slit
with the smallest
curved blade you
thread pulled through
every pin hole
picture frame
until it makes a
hot cord sound

and now, a reading:
headline written in
the slash
of a night time cigarette
thou shalt now
push a lie
push a lie
push a lie, baby
don’t you cry
the answer is five:

insecure little toadlings to strip
the paint back
caustic nose aches
melt lead paint (green)
to find the wood
but never, ever polish it
it will never rain for
dried up husk children
unless couched in

soon, reflections:
my elbow is the corner of your eye
my head, blackened to fit the definition
of your constricted pupil
nothing flows here
we are weightless
in plain packaging
I will strip
your accounting of me
and leave it on the floor
to polish it

Contributor's Note
Rachael has an MA in creative writing from the University of Waikato. She was Editor of Nexus Magazine (which received three Aotearoa Student Press Association awards) and she won the 2degrees Poetry Slam in 2014. Her work has appeared in Poetry NZ, 4th Floor and JAAM.