Issue Two: Rebirth and Renewal

Bed. I stand on the precipice.

The cold marsh, the sponge moss, which my feet have been buried in.

Standing still but growing.

The edge will fold away with all the weight of me.

Curving off into an unknown.

I stand, to take one last breath before I am filled with the impossible.

Unseen before today.

Growing into space unrecognisable.

The wilting bed I have been resting in for too long, now folds with my resistance and sends me to find something new.

by Leah Short Nottingham, England IG: @lel_short