effigy

She no longer recalls or feels,

trust is not a concept.

The arch of her back is wired with

filament and straw fills the space

that  held a heart.

Constructed for crows her limbs

are stripped of flesh,

river beds of pupils are fixed

in  the darkness.

Her tongue is anchored

to the roof of her mouth

because there are no words

that cut deep enough.

 

Mélanie Bourget

 

 

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