303: The Princess and the Knight Who Shared a Body
- Eudaemonia Records
- Oct 13, 2021
- 1 min read
I chase her through the snow,
the woman I should have been,
until she fades into the grey distance,
taunting me with her laughter
and gleaming jewellery.
It hangs
from my own ears
when I turn to look into the ice
to see a body that is and isn't mine
staring back at me
from the cracked blue surface, ancient
with centuries of hopes and dreams withered
under history's expectations.
My body defines me.
Tells me that I'm someone
I'm not sure I recognise.
I wish my reflection could carry armour,
arms and shield, and sharper features,
not this softness
that golds in on itself at the smallest provocation.
Except sometimes I prefer it that way. Sometimes
I can't see myself as sharp.
Written by: Katrine Hjulstad
Instagram: @katrinehjulstad
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