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i take a pin, press it into the hollow crease of my belly button, 

bloody my lip to silence its injection


the pin grows a stain of purple around its entry point, 

squats neatly between my folded skin


it keeps hold of all the things i do not want to lose, 

memories, artefacts, things i cannot say out loud


i often touch its head, the comfort of it cold under my finger, 

my body slick and fertile, acid yellow seeping like a whisper


my secrets hardening behind the chrysalis of skin, 

my stomach dry mud, pond-scented 






Rochelle Roberts is a writer and editor from London. Her poetry, non-fiction and reviews have been published by PerversePoetry Birmingham Literary JournalPostscriptStreetcake MagazineTentacular and The Droth, amongst others, as well as in the book Cusp: Feminist Writing on Bodies, Myth & Magic (Ache, 2021). She has guest edited issues of The Modernist Review and The Debutante, and in 2020 published a zine of short writings and photography called Pooling. Her debut pamphlet is forthcoming with Broken Sleep Books in April 2022.


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