bound by blood red ribbons that had held her hair, a cloak of black engulfs her head— blinding her eyes, stifling her pleas as she awaits the next touch of his cold blade. She feels only her naked skin and open wounds, cold and hot, but has lost the ability to feel her body in…
Category: Five Elegies
Five elegies (elegy 4: the boyfriend
He stares at her picture: golden highlights, swinging in the hammock next to him. she was so wonderful to touch. her last breath is a question to him: her thoughts, prayers. What did he do to her before she died? How much did she suffer? he digs his nails into his gray sheets, wondering: where…
Five elegies (Elegy 3: the younger sister)
a dress is not worth so much as this. the fight should not have happened. cotton and stitch. But it’s mine after all, I am not to blame. I didn’t tell her to go. she had plenty to wear. So what if it matched her gray sweater. I should have gone like she…
Five elegies (Elegy 2: the father)
He must be strong not to cry. His wife needs his strength. As he walks into a world of satin lining, he thinks of her Prom. The satin and lace gown had flown around her like flocks of dappled canaries. Yellow is her favorite color. This satin shall shroud her. He winces. The gray light…
Five elegies (Elegy 1: the mother)
gone. (looking at palm) the hand feels empty. madman. flashing: gray, black, white. a little girl in bathing suit, squirting water from the hose at the camera. gone. why not some other mother’s baby? she wonders: will the body ache for the loss of love like the ache after birth for the loss of…
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