GOLDSMITHS | BA Fine Art 2017

Esme Lewis-Gartside


standing across from the dripping mass

i am aware of its hollow shell

venom spews between its lips,

slides down its neck and onto the floor

the poison inches towards my foot
it enters my body
by the vein in between my toes

my blood curdles

my heart is infected
until a thick
falls from my lips

my skin falls away
peeling from my face
my neck
my stomach

until my raw scales are exposed to the sun

i bare my teeth in an attempt to push it out
but it fixes my body
in shock

it has left me peeled naked and sweating

there is no performance now.