ECT and Underwater Viscera - A collection

ECT and Underwater Viscera - A collection

By Imogen Donato

5:30

Raw is

salt encrusted

feet on

crinkled shell

fragments

psychotic episode,

but not like

TV.

Every surrounding

surface suddenly

dislodged

quince paste

flooded to

the corners

of a cracker,

saltine melt

in the dark

gastrointestinal

tract.

Tiny globules

of haem

said

‘he-em’

manage to

life cycle

in harmony

but

leaking out

of man made

orifices

they congeal

in chaotic

streams.

 

Clam

mottled concrete

specks

mottled skin

blues

pinks

the smooth

secret inside

of mollusk

conch

cockle.

rough knees

accordion out

no breathe

button,

only

major chords.

corrugated

leaves

copper wires

of hair

somehow

end up

far from

their follicle

tiny cosmonauts

far reaching

in the corners

of my

mouth.

short nails

crescent moon

or maybe

blue waning,

dig into

a pear

over ripe

you turn these

bastions

of deep

exploration

to me,

not green,

nor yellow

just right.

 

Anime

aluminum can

floats on the

gentle lapping sea,

salt dissolves

brand name

exclamations

crabs softly

square dance

beneath.

where the light

reflects on wave peaks

you recalled

Japanese animation,

when I taste

oyster shell

rolling around my teeth

I remember

fluid machinations.


Imogen is a final year midwifery student from Brisbane, Australia.

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