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




33 thoughts on “effigy

  1. Immortal fear, that voice so clear. Through broken walls, that scream I hear. Cry little sister. What power behind this lovely, meant for silence but it was so so loud. You wrote this with volume beautiful. The lonely road is no place to go for a scarecrow. Emotionally riveting!!🌹🌹❤️

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