Two of Swords

Impaled
by Alice Godliman | June 6, 2020

Her smile is bookended with daggers
sharp as steel cheekbones
or knitting needles            I
two.               wonder
           what would happen
      were I to run at those beaming
     points, impale myself on her smile or
  click!clack! knit a scarf or blanket so warm.
Is she warm? Like knitting or sunlight
or fire? Or the hot forge that
makes steel just sharp
to run straight
through
me?


Alice Godliman (she/her) is a queer writer, poet, and performer from England. She has been published on Dear Damsels among others and performed across Manchester and London, as well as the Edinburgh Fringe. She writes about loving women and smashing the patriarchy through the lens of mythology and superstition.