Fluorescence
Jessica Hum-Antonopoulos

Bodies buckling under
          curdled weight
Caught by rusty spring
  digging bruises
with tight skin and empty chests
knees knock against hallowed walls
and fall slack to side

Congealed scents mask the
wanderings of youthful cedar limbs

Tightened pelvis rocks and shudders
to a halt
Grinding splinters pierce in all the
soft spots
all the soft spots spoil
          rot
        and smolder with a fiery
          glaze

Turn over twice before
        he leaves
you sitting in the brash light
         ...
It's so clear
What should have been done.

Published in Out/Words #1 (view contents)