Rising flesh Charlotte Cosgrove

Charlotte Cosgrove

Rising flesh

I opened my eyes as it pricked my lip - A needle in a juicy haystack. My phone was ringing. What for, no one can remember. With that jolt I asked them to stop, Not to put the metal in.

I left nearly the same as I went in Except for a Lilliputian sized dot of a hole Upon my face.

But actually this is not how it went. In truth I left with a piercing Through my lower lip. It was penetrated, regardless of the ringing, Through gristle.

Later, I put a ring through Like a wedding band that married The in to the out.

One day I bit down, too hard. The circular gold puncturing into Fatty flesh that swelled Until it folded around, eclipsing the gold - Rising like yeast to dough.

Sometimes we don’t know a warning is a warning Until it is too late.