An Encounter with Freedom

Loud grin

Silent laugh


Unfurling wings

They fall, a heap at my feet

Stepping over them, right foot brushes against a sock, left toe feathers a burden

Curiosity boiling in my stomach

Steam distorting my sight

Anything gushing from between my teeth

My mouth to move, whether air, or passion, or mouth

My fingers


Rolling hips, heavy breath

Mine, whenever

Not now, not yet

Just mouths, just hands

They always say that there is a lightness

But it is more like a guttural shriek

Of joy, of being able to open your mouth and scream

To feel the ground beneath your feet and not be floating just above

The hot coals, the egg shells, all the clichés of hot and soft and delicate

Because I’m not delicate


My teeth are no longer an army

Thoughts no longer a trigger

Naked I Stand

Here I Am


Be careful when you return, slithering snakes back around your throat, in your throat

A muzzle, a blanket of kind treachery and guilt-tripping care

I trip over my clothes to dress, pulling strings to tie my coffin

Remember how it feels

Soon, you can return

We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.