this scab on my head I cannot stop picking.
feeling my scalp peel, bleed and mushroom.
when the tiny figures below grow tired of existing,
I will invite them to rest atop the magma plumes.
I will let them feel my scalp bleed and mushroom,
Sink their feet into flesh still warm and seeping
I will invite them to rest atop the magma plumes,
claim this new geology, theirs for keeping,
Sink their feet into flesh still warm and seeping
when the tiny figures below grow tired of existing,
claim this new geology, theirs for keeping,
this scab on my head I cannot stop picking.
About the Author
Megan Cartwright is an Australian poet and teacher. Her work has featured in publications including Contemporary Verse 2, Cordite Poetry Review, and Island Magazine.
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