Alice Murray

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I saw my miscarried twin in the underground

Don’t ask me how I knew it was her.
She had a guitar and was busking
in a tunnel on the way to the Central line.
She tightened me. It was like I had a drawstring
at my waist, binding me to the sound.
Her voice was saccharine. She skimmed
the top of her lungs, notes peeling
off her like the sticky film on milk.

As I dropped a coin in her hat,
I felt the drawstring knot.
The frothy light of the tunnel
changed to red and the guitar she held
cracked, its strap unbuckling
from the body of the instrument.
I moved on. I was in a hurry.
I didn’t turn when I heard the clang
as the body hit the ground

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ALICE MURRAY is a writer and poet based in London. She holds a Masters in Creative and Life Writing from Goldsmiths College. Her work has been published in the Goldfish Anthology and Ink Sweat and Tears.