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Disease<\/strong><\/p>\n There\u2019s a place I sit On your left lower I am wedged between <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ian Walker<\/strong> is a poet and playwright based in Liverpool, a Creative Writing graduate from LJMU, an amateur entomologist, and avid collector of indoor plants. For work, he facilitates reading groups and events to promote mental health and wellbeing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Disease There\u2019s a place I sit in your heart, arse tucked between the semi-lunar valve and aortic wall. Every time you breathe, move, think, I am crushed into a V, my legs pushed towards my chest. On your left lower lid, there\u2019s an eyelash that hasn\u2019t moved since birth. I grip myself […]<\/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-9514","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9514","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=9514"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9514\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9517,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9514\/revisions\/9517"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9514"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9514"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9514"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin your heart, arse tucked
\nbetween the semi-lunar valve and aortic wall.
\nEvery time you breathe,
\nmove, think, I am crushed
\ninto a V, my legs pushed towards my chest.<\/p>\n
\nlid, there\u2019s an eyelash that
\nhasn\u2019t moved since birth. I grip myself onto it.
\nWhen you blink, the inertia
\nsickens me. When you cry,
\nI am forced through floods of saline,
\ncrystals cut at my flesh.<\/p>\n
\nthe crevices of your heels\u2019 hard skin.
\nYou hack at your nails, pick
\nat your feet and I thrust
\nout my arms.<\/p>\n