‘The Diagnosis’, by Roseanne Watt

A rookery, long abandoned now,  had been built inside my body. I don’t know where the birds went or why, one day, they uninhabited, leaving only their barbed-wire  residues, strung across the boughs of my hips; all sticks and spit,  all hollows meant for holding  something small, still desperately alive. I’m sorry – I’m afraid  […]