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Siblings<\/strong><\/p>\n I can remember raw eggs sat sweating in cups <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mich\u00e9le Beck<\/strong> grew up and lives in Doncaster.\u00a0She works as a Project Coordinator for Right up Our Street and is a creative writing facilitator.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Siblings I can remember raw eggs sat sweating in cups dried scabs splitting into islands, as we banged together our knees under the table He was the older one but I the fiercer Holes kicked through cheap chipboard, the door\u2019s tantrum-keepsakes. Spooning egg-spawn into our guarded mouths, our stepdad\u2019s shadow watching that […]<\/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":[138,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18834","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18834","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=18834"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18834\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18882,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18834\/revisions\/18882"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18834"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18834"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18834"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ndried scabs splitting into islands,
\nas we banged together our knees under the table
\nHe was the older one but I the fiercer
\nHoles kicked through cheap chipboard, the door\u2019s
\ntantrum-keepsakes. Spooning egg-spawn into
\nour guarded mouths, our stepdad\u2019s shadow
\nwatching that we taste every bite.
\nThat same shadow which forced mum\u2019s head down
\nthe toilet, the shadow whose sister (\u201cAuntie\u201d
\nJane with the red perm) made us eat vomit
\nfrom the wall and, whose younger brother
\nmade me do something secret that time he babysat.
\nFamilies come in all shapes and sizes, they grow up.
\nMy adult body burns, bearing two scars, barely visible.<\/p>\n