100 Days Project

Kayla: Grief. Mercy. Language

I will write some form of poem or prose each day, experimenting with different structures, voices and styles in order to create emotive texts that explore the limits of language and meaning.

Oh sleep, please draw me down
again. Keep me down,
for I am launched awake each hour
and at 3am, rattled up by pain,
I find the kitchen dark, the bench cold
and lean double - wrists flat, head
pressed against the smooth bone.
All is silent but for the voice of absence
that winds its arms around my back,
like silky tendrils of solitude
and speaks from the vacant dark
to say - woman,
you are an echo
a beautiful echo of strength.

Day 1:

3AM