Nightingale & Sparrow

Lesson one

Lesson one

Claire Marsden

School was not the path of gentleness
but of a thousand little fires.

“I have a kiss for you at the end of my finger,”
you smiled but glanced away,
terror the monster uninvited,
had decided to come out & play.

Your silence needed no translation.
School: a simulacrum of safety

Claire Marsden