pine by Erica Wheadon

i think I have outgrown you

like a too-tight sweater

that constricts across the chest

and scratches at my wrists.

it smells familiar - like a blanket

that once i could never part with

a comfortless reminder that

i cannot make you stretch my frame

now tall like a bunya pine

sure and steady, shedding needles like pins.


Erica is an Australian writer, editor and photographer. In 2020, she completed her Masters of Arts in Writing & Literature from Deakin University, and her work has been featured in a range of online publications, anthologies and festivals. She is an accidental poet and serial playlist creator and is currently writing her first book. www.ericawheadon.com

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