Layers are Best

Layers are Best

by Elizabeth Challinor

Today I looked


And turned myself inside out

Not a pretty sight...

I didn't care

I placed each bloody organ

On a tray on the kitchen table

And let them stare at each other

For a while

Then I remembered

My grandma's advice

Layers are best she said

For the winter

Of discontent

And so

I gathered my insides back together

Put on a vest

A t-shirt

A thin cardigan

A woollen jumper

A coat

Went outside

To face the cold

And rolled down the hill

In the snow

Elizabeth Challinor