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Scars<\/strong><\/p>\n He was out of his skull when he said down that secret path past the cliffs His eyes were like teeth, he watched as I wretched, said As I heard gulls screaming I don’t know why I giggled <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jessica Mookherjee<\/strong> is a poet \u00a0originally from Wales now living in Kent. She has poems published in Ink,Sweat and Tears, Antiphon, Agenda, Prole, Interpreter’s House, Obsessed With Pipework <\/em>and Tears in the Fence.<\/em> Her pamphlet, The Swell<\/em> – was published in October by Telltale Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Scars He was out of his skull when he said Let\u2019s be lovers, licked my cheek like sea-lapping the shore. He walked me home from school down that secret path past the cliffs where no one was supposed to go. He pulled me inside a cave shaped like a fist, and gave […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12503","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12503","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12503"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12503\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14096,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12503\/revisions\/14096"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12503"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12503"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12503"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLet\u2019s be lovers, licked my cheek like
\nsea-lapping the shore. He walked me
\nhome from school<\/p>\n
\nwhere no one was supposed to go.
\nHe pulled me inside a cave shaped like a fist,
\nand gave me my first cigarette.<\/p>\n
\nsaid we should elope, steal a car,
\nrun away to Porthcawl and I took my first
\ndrag as the chemical taste bit and<\/p>\n
\nit\u2019s a skill, and held my hair back
\nas I spat in the rock-pool.
\nHe blew smoke rings as I choked.<\/p>\n
\nlike children I shivered,
\nI saw waves sneak in through
\nthe cracks and fissures.<\/p>\n
\nwhen he told me men brought girls here
\nand we kissed as I touched
\nscars carved on the cave wall.<\/p>\n