Poetry by Ashley Bunton

                Alexey Gaponov CC


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​The Hole I Left In Mother

I put a bone through my mother's neck
wove it through her heart
from the soft spot right above the clavicle
down the blood that drips
for rain
like breath
upon a frosted glass window
I split my lip on
the wooden frame
tasting my blood
missing her
and what I didn't know
about my body that came from her
before I was born
before I was the hurt 
in her memory

Ashley Bunton is an award winning writer and journalist currently based in Moab, Utah, where she frequently retreats into the desert to work on her projects. Her work has been featured in numerous publications, including Lucky Jefferson, Mock Turtle Zine, Salt Magazine, The Antioch Record, The Salt Lake Tribune, Moab Sun News.

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