“Bovary” by Olivia Mardwig

……….I.

Her eyes, what’s left of the room,

look darkly towards the song beside her,

.

the song that is beyond

this bed and has no face.

.

Her body dismounting

what is human, still,

.

waiting in the velvet hour,

.

in farewells, exaggerated breaths

becoming air-filled, dry chalk

.

tongue casting words and spit

like webs, left to rain.

.

……….II.

Spring found us early.

.

The pollen falling into the bay

unto chimneys falling lightly,

.

the earthly senses

as with birds, rises up

.

above the water,

turning like pages.


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One Response to “”

  1. Amelia Says:

    got me with that one awesome X

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