“first lucy, chapter seven” – poem by Maggy Curran

  

 

the clamshells bruised her fingertips.

each mark was impeccably shaped,

blood vessels blooming like lilies under the surface- her

skin crumbled to the limestone, followed

by her teeth. the space left behind was tender root

a mash of nerve endings. he thinks

of this and pulls the stopper out of the drain,

the cloudy water washes away

his sin

(Note: the photo is from dailymail.co.uk)

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One thought on ““first lucy, chapter seven” – poem by Maggy Curran

  1. note from the author:

    this poem was written about 3 years ago on a prompt of a list of predetermined words to fit into a poem or short story.

    a lot of my writing has religious and dreamlike undertones; this poem is less subtle in its theme of spirituality and surrealism and moreso in its message, which is subjective to the reader.

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