girl with dead father
my mother has a word
she turns it on her tongue, but spits it out.
i whisper it into the darkness and
it does dance with her loneliness,
although i never say widow out loud.
i search every desolate corner for my title.
i look inside my skin.
the razor finds no noun;
the blood, no language but release.
still i am a hollow thing i cannot name.
i am drowning in adjectives-
glacial, distant, incurable
i breathe so quietly waiting
but no word says "girl with dead father"
and i am mistaken for so many things.
in the first days, months
i will seek until my body shrinks
until my scars become a map
but after years, there is no definition, no destination
and i have settled for ashes.
Since seeking publication just over a year ago, Mela’s work has been nominated twice for Best Of The Net, and has appeared or is forthcoming in The Bitter Oleander, Isacoustic, Rust+Moth, Anti Heroin Chic, Rhythm & Bones Lit, The Nassau Review, The Sierra Nevada Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, Collective Unrest, and many more. Her debut poetry collection, Skeleton Parade, is available through Apep Publications.
She is Head Publicist and Social Media Manager for Animal Heart Press, a contributing editor for Barren Magazine, and a poetry reader for The Rise Up Review.
She can be followed at https://twitter.com/melablust.
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