Creative Corner: The Crumple Lady

Today I felt time in my cells, in little nooks

And under hairs and sitting on a skintag.

I feel the rasp of my sole, and as I step

my toes crackle on the kitchen floor.


My hands are crinkled, like sunken earth.

They are purpling and yellowing and

bubbling with dry white eczema stains.

The rents on my knuckles bleed.


My scales clutch at the bedsheet fibers

as I try to explain

that they will not find the sun there.

Chloe Jacques

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