Part of end of term collection
Exorcism
Islands mud–mired, debris.
Remember the hour
adulthood arrived.
Masked images stalk the screen,
an elf- haired orchestrator in sunshine.
Then childhood died.
He shadows her room
‘not a huge deal’
The sun hides
and adulthood arrives.
A word - a gesture,
it leaps back
a scalpel peels back scars
childhood died.
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