Whip Stitch

by Becca McGilloway

 

I used to sew
along the edge of my body

– to interrupt
the Mare unraveling

my stitched skin.
I found her on

my chest, riding against
the bedroom skyline

while her fingers severed
the raw edge of my body.

A ménage à trois at
midnight with spirits

and secrets. She ladled
my past

lives from beneath
the quilted skin

of ruby strings. Swallowing
each whole,

she licked my skin
clean.

BECCA MCGILLOWAY

Becca McGilloway has an MFA in Poetry from the Stonecoast Creative Writing program at the University of Southern Maine. Her poems have been published in Spires Magazine and States of the Union. A former graduate of Emerson College, she resides near Boston and is passionate about her work as an ESL tutor.