Cheekbones, high and proud,
Cut into the fat of your face.
Teeth fall like deciduous leaves.
Ivory tombstones emerge within the gaps,
Commemorating the babe you once were.
Your tiny dry bones,
In the ground as once in me,
The ground will not swell.
BIO Yasmina Floyer lives in London where she takes care of her family and works as a private tutor. After completing an MLitt in Creative Writing at Glasgow University, her short stories have been published in AVIS Literary Journal and are forthcoming in Litro Magazine. Her work has also been highlighly commended in writing competitions.