Arabella
Written by Willow, one of our poetry writers, and edited by Udita, one of our editors!
look out to see a bloodied wraith,
like a curse word
but unmoored.
Anchor it to the amygdala.
I only wield my scalpel out of morbid curiosity
for the condition of the dead fledglings
Takeout's on the table.
There are worms in the pork belly,
fished from the stomach
of a child before she is set alight.
Truly love each other, and watch
the carpet of dead crows
to come crashing over our heads
We don't speak of evil in our daily lives
not enough anyways, to make sense
of how the world turns under our feet,
dragging each body away upstream
Lay in the mud, eyes buried.
coin taped to feet,
one each for every corpse that does not disintegrate
into a flower bed. I hope the coins
are heavy enough for the ferryman.
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This piece was written by one of our poetry columnists, Willow. Reach them at @oldmanheart, on Instagram!
This piece was edited by one of our editors, Udita. Reach them at @wilde_woolf on Instagram.
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