GOLDSMITHS | BA Fine Art 2017

Esme Lewis-Gartside



The Pool
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my abdomen sinks



deeper into the pool

as i recline into the cool light,
the dark waves begin to form
allowing no sight


but my legs twitch



the thick fluid wraps around me in false comfort


the longer i sit
small scales sink to the bottom
as the scales collect
a mass forms on the bed


grotesque and spewing with a viscous gel

my abdomen sinking slower

from where i float

the gel looks solid

a solid membrane
on the other side
it waits

salivating in anticipation
its lips wet




for my body


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