|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
|Aspects of the Dream are Aspects of the Dreamer : 1
I wake with my mother’s suicide spirit on my chest.
Her limbs vine in mine She’s wasted
from starvation but lashes me to the mattress,
lights up like a spider web when the moonlight hits her.
and when that doesn’t work
my nails pinch her skin. She wails, animal.
We grapple across the hardwood.
I bruise one bone after another.
crack and vulture who screamed evil witch
I palm her face slam her head into the floor.
We twin skinsleek, liquid, fluid.
Finally she can’t hold on
About Jill Khoury