MAYHEM - Issue Four

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Shannan Wiltshire

The Season of Becoming Woman

The old softness I had for you
is falling through my fingertips.
I need to say goodbye
to the layer of petals
you kissed into my skin.
To the way
you stained my bones blue.
I have a whole universe
resting inside my mouth
and now
I need
to leave.

Nostalgia burns me
crisp and tinted
in cidered- gold
I rumble for that peached youth,
I peel my skin back looking for it.

Licking rose water
into the curves.
Slicing the baby skin
to rough.
Folding humanity
into the womb.

Contributor's Note
Graduate in History and English Literature from The University of Waikato.