izzy

ants running mad zig zags all over my cutting board
narrowly missing the knife

my thighs have gotten bigger
or at least it seems that way

my head hasn’t quite gotten around it yet
I am still trying to cram myself into small things
still trying to squeeze through the gaps

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sarah

Christmas spirit goes gluggy in the fridge, with the thick carved ham and the custard melting into the pudding. The dog’s eyes are glazed with guilt and sugar from the icing it found round the back of the sofa. Ants scatter ranks over blots of spilled prosecco. The freezer strains against its seals.

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