A vanishing act on the palliative ward

Hands reaching, he already disappears before her fingers touch inside cracked palm

her racked

Hands reaching, fingers palm

he already appears cracked

ready for her touch

a pear inside a palm

and her fingers crack

he disappears before her

he is a fin

reaching for her

he disappears her

he is her

ore inside

each eady palm

her palm

disappears


What the Poet Says

I have been playing a lot with erasure poetry lately, and I thought this iterative type of poetry was an interesting take on erasure. I enjoy seeing how far I can push the language from a simple sentence, and what meanings can emerge from the words and fragments, as well as from what is left out.

Ella B. Winters (she/they) is a social worker, researcher, and writer, living on the South-East coast of England with her partner and their sausage dog. Her poetry often explores themes of identity, memory and belonging. It has been published in The Aftershock Review, Frozen Sea, Full House Literary, Black Iris, Wildscape Literary, and elsewhere, and was nominated for the Forward and Pushcart prizes.  

Instagram: @ella.b.winters Bluesky: @ella-b-winters.bsky.social

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