i used to cut out food
because i could
because i wanted to see
bones

i used to cut my skin
because i could
because i wanted to see
blood

i used to cut out people
because i could
because i wanted to see
my own soul

see if I liked it
alone

now I cut out shapes
concertinas of hands
and stars
all the waste paper
floats to the floor

i keep what’s beautiful
because i can
because I don’t want to see
what remains

 

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Originally from Ireland, Sara has settled in the north of England, where she works with people who use communication aids. She writes poetry, prose, and folk songs.

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