[Embroidered white cotton of a girl from the back, wearing a pink jumper and red underwear. Artwork by Chloe Myers.]
How It’s Supposed To Be.
I want her to find me with his arms around me, draped across my
shoulders like a scarf, my grip tight on his bicep / I want her to
find me in his embrace, the air around us positively charged, nobody
able to resist the force we emit / I want her to find me on his
tongue, in his speech, in the corners of his mouth, stuck in his teeth
/ And I want her to tell me how wrong it is.
[artwork by Lauryn Pedley
ID: acrylic painting of a rose]
She would tell me that I can’t keep doing this, that I can’t keep
gorging myself on his insides for fun / She would run her fingers
along my skin, her gentle caress driving me crazy in all my favourite
ways / She would feel like a feather in contrast to his rough hands,
juxtaposing her soft breaths and low exclamations / And she would tell
me this is how it’s supposed to be.
[artwork by Lauryn Pedley
ID: acrylic painting of a banana]
/
Written by Emily Bourne.
Cover photo by Chloe Myers.
Artworks by Lauryn Pedley