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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3375 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Suspension Lisa Megraw I felt the need to burrow into the water’s terrible velvet, for the touch of pomegranate to wash from skin. To slip inside a ghost as the spill of her face covered mine, reflection over reflection. My mouth to be sewn with corn or laze of quiet snow. It was Hades who pulled me away from the edge. Stumbling, l discovered why birds love him, why wolves sometimes cry in forests. I uncovered softness that day, allowed my indifference to fade against the fullness of his face, the warm albino of a scar bitten into a cheek, a lip. We grew fat on those moments, our fingers unfurling into the musk of passages. Away from the Styx, that symbol of death, away from the indecision of whether it was a bird, a star, or the flame of a heart that rose or fell into the river. From one passageway to another, we’ve let so much go, that now we must watch with love how windflowers stir suspend each petal between moonlight. |
