by Lauren Yarnall
It was blue-black with night, the trees
………………………………………………..all murmurs and bending boughs.
Your legs, bare, white and
………………………………………………..fluorescent,
wading further to cool your warm
…………………………………………………in dark water. The moon hung, her
beaten corpse smiling down & up,
………………………..……………………….pale yellow face
wavering with each touch against
………………..……………………………….her blue-black frame.
Your fingers
…………………..…………………………….dancing the surface
like water bugs, your hair fanning
…………………………………….…………..flames
behind you. I tongue the hole
………………………………………………….in my gums, the red tether pulling
from the flesh that held you. Edge
…………………….……………………………closer, to close the gap.
………………………………………………..all murmurs and bending boughs.
Your legs, bare, white and
………………………………………………..fluorescent,
wading further to cool your warm
…………………………………………………in dark water. The moon hung, her
beaten corpse smiling down & up,
………………………..……………………….pale yellow face
wavering with each touch against
………………..……………………………….her blue-black frame.
Your fingers
…………………..…………………………….dancing the surface
like water bugs, your hair fanning
…………………………………….…………..flames
behind you. I tongue the hole
………………………………………………….in my gums, the red tether pulling
from the flesh that held you. Edge
…………………….……………………………closer, to close the gap.
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Lauren Yarnall is a student at Salisbury University, majoring in Creative Writing. Lauren currently works as an associate Poetry editor for the literary journal, The Scarab, co-founded a creative writing group called Sub & Pub, and leads book discussions with inmates at Eastern Correctional Institution. New work forthcoming in Harpur Palate.