after eilonwy

 
From outside the chapel,
you can hear the wailing
in the darkened summer night;
the false forests are just dense
enough to hide the haunting.
You would not reach out to
touch the sunken ribs, the spindled
wrists, the soft dough of
an unfed stomach—when did I turn
into to this creature to be feared?
 
—
 
Inspired by the song “Body Horror” by eilonwy.
 

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