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My Secret Body

My Secret Body

– Poetry by Lisa Alletson –

My secret body
at fourteen
lay tamped under wet leaves

not meant for fingers
or your branding pain,
my skin turned inward that day

I watched my mind

in drops
and dots


absorbed by earth

my spirit grew cold
in a void
I hid for too long

but I
am no longer
that girl stalled in flight

now I crush worlds with my words
lead wars
bleed madmen

drown out the night with my pen
and I
barely remember your name.

About the Author – Lisa Alletson
Lisa Alletson

Lisa Alletson grew up in South Africa and England, and now lives in Toronto, Canada. She writes fiction, non-fiction and poetry as a way of dealing with difficult life events. Her work has appeared in the Globe and Mail, Flash Fiction Magazine, Dodging the Rain, Blank Spaces Magazine, Ginosko Literary Journal, and others. You can find her daily poetry and prose on Twitter at

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