incision

last night i carved open
a tree in the yard and
at the centre of the
trunk was a small
knife and i took it
out and it cut me
deep through the
finger, severing
the tip from the
knuckle, and where
there should have
been blood there
was only sap
and i drank it and
it tasted like
syrup, sweet and
heavy on my tongue.

Miriam Gauntlett studies, works & writes in London. Her interests include revolutionary documentaries, long walks & tweeting @miriaaaaamg.