Collective Unrest

 

The Dress (Lantern Woman)

May 23, 2019

the sadness swallows and before i
punch and claw and clip to be
spit up, everything is
drenched to dark and dew and
i’m returned to the
damp dusk and told
goodbye

knees kneed in
palms kneed skin
all in black, big hat,
skin an
alabaster plaster for your
sal(i)vation

in a dress you don’t know
in a style you don’t know
in a state that
you don’t know

(skin and veins, bone and
lit soul, delicate and
apt to shred)

a story of a paper-
lantern bodied woman
with twenty-four ribs to
radiate

one i writ(e)
and
one i live(d)

 

M. Eileen writes and breathes near water. Her poetry and prose has been featured in publications both local and international ranging from Hanging Loose to Rogue Agent, S/tick to Monkeybicycle. She can be located at @m_e_g_writes. “The Dress (Lantern Woman)” was previously published in S/tick Magazine.

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