She’s new, so you know, go easy on her.
Happy Wednesday!

“Flickering Soul 2” Enkel Dika
Narrow Marrow
My heart is the Babyn Yar,
a cursed ravine,
site of a massacre.
Insanity overgrown,
a feral place,
lost loves piled
in a mass grave.
First, their leather baggage.
Then, their leather shoes.
Their clothes in piles
of sordid memory,
undergarments, boots,
a malicious menagerie.
My heart is the Babyn Yar,
lie down on a stranger
await machine gun fire.
Layer upon layer,
skin upon skin,
bullied by a bullet, but
nothing makes a dent
in that cursed place
without a landmark
or monument.
In a kaleidoscope of lies,
I am the blackest butterfly.
© 2023 | K. Hartless
Laura Veirs “Black Butterfly” 2007





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