coarse hair. There they sit quiet and still under navy blue night and wait for an unlucky soul to walk into their shadow. They are lovebirds. Both happy to dilly dally through night and day until light and dark merge into one wholeness that couldn’t possibly be defined by minutes or hours. They move as a single unit, a cell. They are like tangled chromosomes playing the three-legged race and winning every time. They are scavengers, once strangers and now lovers. Both impossible to define singularly. They are creatures devoid of the ability to think as one. He responsible for she and she responsible for he.
Natalie Claire Baker is a recent graduate from Kingston University with a BA (Hons) degree in Creative Writing with Drama. She currently works as Product Editor in children's entertainment publishing and drifts between poetry and playwriting. Twitter: @Natabake
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