Featured Artwork: Lauren Colin Mitchell
for the women brave enough to speak of their past and memory of sexual abuse.
Invisible, a silver outline of a butterfly wing
transient to the evaporation of time,
the feeling pesters.
and perturbs her fibre
well-being fades into malfunction
Violation, a simple transgression, the proof of which
weighs down her cheek like ice.
A tear. Lucid and insignificant.
the foundation of memory
is weak, subject to the tremors of time
fragile and cracked, but solid surface,
the only feeling that lingers is a tingling.
hazy skies cloud her memory, bleak of the night chokes her throat.
her body a foreign instrument.
no more than a vessel, vulnerable to tempestuous waters.
draining the colour from existence,
life. a black and white monotony.