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The Thin Woman<\/strong><\/p>\n There has always been another woman inside me, Now her murmurs grow louder. She gulps down air.\u00a0 Her fingers encircle my gullet. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kitty Coles<\/strong> has been writing since she was a child, but only submitting work for publication in the last few years.\u00a0 Her poems have appeared in magazines including Mslexia, South, Obsessed With Pipework, Iota, The Interpreter’s House<\/em> and The Journal<\/em>. www.kittyrcoles.com\u00a0 <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Thin Woman There has always been another woman inside me, a small one who wears this flesh of mine like a coat, hiding her pure self in the folds of my flesh, the plenitude of thighs, ripeness of belly. Now her murmurs grow louder. The house is filled with her keening. Her […]<\/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":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9926","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9926","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=9926"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9926\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23816,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9926\/revisions\/23816"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9926"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9926"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9926"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na small one who wears this flesh of mine
\nlike a coat, hiding her pure self in the folds
\nof my flesh, the plenitude of thighs,
\nripeness of belly.<\/p>\n
\nThe house is filled with her keening.
\nHer sooty eyes quiver
\nunder mine like water and her o-mouth
\ngapes as if to swallow my sleeping.<\/p>\n
\nShe fills me with absence, the emptiness of water.
\nI feel her rising, her narrow grip on my belly.
\nShe will fly out, soon, from my lips,
\nlike a rigid ghost, breath
\nvisible under her extravagant ribs.<\/p>\n