The Fray

 

There’s something between homes:

one leaves and one stones;

as the fence and nettles tickle,

the rubbing fabric loses weave

and something finds a gap to nestle.

The fray spreads like disease.

It widens the sun bleached border.

A stag walks along to shield himself

from the harshness of either order.

 

Zara is an illustrator from Cornwall, UK. Her wild roots cling to everything she does and as long as it's creative, she's satisfied. Writing is one of her favourite means of creativity and understanding the world. She particularly loves writing about her local landscape and unintelligible feelings. Her instagram handle is @zarazillustrates

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