Hi guys - many thanks for the great crit last night, I've had a go at tweaking, though the layout is lost in this context - just imagine alternate lines gradually convening....
If you think it's heading in the right direction (!) let me know :)
Many thanks
I must split myself in
two, like the flesh of a ripe peach
scored with a small sharp
fruit knife
then twisted to reveal
the gnarled hard heart
it’s the pits
I reach forward and fetch back
gathering my mothers towards me
stretching my line of horizons
to vanishing point
both hold me
in their own image
but I scratched the mirrors
defaced in my youth
into a something of
my own devising
but nature

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