I love poetry and Charlotte is one of my favourite poets. Just read it all and weep.


I’ve learned to walk through water,
to breathe tiny breaths.
You lick the salt from my skin
but it falls from your mouth
onto a barren bed. Sweat and blood
dissolve then reappear like invisible ink.
The pool I lie in is stagnant,
droplets levitate just out of reach.
Bone and sinew recoil, expand, one foot
in front of the other.

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