You – laid on the ground
wound gaping
and bloodied –
dark black
skin
shattered and
hanging-
weightless.
You – oblivious.
No thought
for
stitching.
Been with you so long
it’s unrecognisable.
No one noticed
til I came along.
Pointed with
my finger –
while you sat
on a park
bench, arm rested
along the back.
Your disbelief –
like your head is
severed from your neck .
That my eyes
caused the cavernous
black bloodied hole.
‘Everyone else…
never sees it.’
I refuse.
Stella McHugh – Writer 