Gut Wrench - Audrey Sarvas
poetry ☆
poetry ☆
Barrel shaped metal on the roof of my mouth and all my grieving is yet to come
Never at, always through
Licking the ceiling as it burns
The gentle reminder, a subtle damp
Scraping everything I know into hollow bone
Healing finger to chest
Curling in, swallowing whole
A sweeping plague, me to you, you to them
Will I be born again a better thing?
More intention, less growling
No blood pooling beneath me
Broken in, cracking in half
For the sake of my soft palate
Outgrowing myself over and over
Audrey Sarvas is a writer who primarily focuses on fiction and poetry. She lives a double life with a BS in microbiology and has a bone-deep passion for learning. Find her on Substack @boneconduction!
