Featured Poem

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AMELIA

 

She's run out of things to live for.

Teacups and shoes,

a hint of collarbone

through his shirt.

 

All day, the taste of longing

in her mouth.

Waiting for him to pass,

to giggle hot like a schoolgirl.

 

By midnight the world's diminished

to lights caressing the tollway.

Signposts that sing of a desperate paradise,

his cologne scraping the car's interior.

 

How she yearns in places

her body cannot reach.

Desire crackling the dash,

slicing the night like a scar.

 

The skyline sutured and frayed,

his textbook she drowned at the lake.

How every moon on a bracelet

corresponds with a bruise.

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(Image courtesy of Toni Scales)