Human Hands

Beaten beautiful.

These clouds, this sky -

light still filters through,

anger made blush

by ichor bruising.

Fingers of smog

wrapping round

our windpipe.

Pressing down hard.

Poppy Jopson

Poppy Jopson is a first year student studying human geography. This is her first time publicly sharing her poetry (but hopefully won’t be the last)!

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