I. James: ‘New Year’s Eve’

The steam rises
with my hand – the glass of red presses my lips;
thick ruby water in candlelight, I sip
to the last year and to the next.
My breasts tap the froth of water
as I sink lower into my slump. Knees raised,
I reach for my black flannel draped
across the side and plunge it into
the murky depths.
Dripping wet, the soaked cotton slaps my face.
I wash today away.

I. James

Isabelle is a 24-year-old PGCE English student at the University of Cambridge. Her Poetry has been shortlisted for the South Yorkshire Young Writers’ Competition 2018.

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