Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Ghost of Shura Speaks’

Ghost of Shura Speaks

Daddy, you emptied oxygen into one of her honeycombs. I was perfect, an amber bead on your tongue when you kissed mummy, filled her bones with bees. The dead are lonely. I walk to the river and sing to you, move the planchette among smooth stones and reeds. The terrible smell of sweat and sweet gas, her hand on my mouth. If I am a good girl, I will get […]

Continue Reading →