Frances Pinnock

‘I was cut and saturated, I expanded and shrank. I calibrated time: each seam took a day. I moved like liquid yet was stretched to my limit. I am given arms and hands of vellum, stretched and sewn with horsehair into a brass frame—I echo many creatures and resemble none. Swinging from silk cords at my sides, the movement of these limbs is restricted by clock weights fallen to the ground, measuring time.’

Excerpt from The Endings by @sharon_kivland

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Until 29 November