Ruth MCKee

Skin is stronger where it has ruptured. I tore during labour but didn’t feel the stitches—my body produced anaesthetic, a response to pain.  Now, there is a small, silvery scar. Like braille, you said, your fingers tracing, eyes on…

And The Word Became Flesh the white space waits for my reply I don’t type, instead the words appear in bold on my fingertips, in my pulse the white space waits for my reply I put my fingers on my lips, so I can’t type the …