12/4/2024 Poetry by K. McNeil Dane Van CC
peasant girl – well here i am in a stranger’s house with an axe and a broken-body-promise splayed out on the floor / the devil is dead and i am finally free / his head is heavy and hot in my hands / silky hair sticky but the blood is hard to see / and for a moment he is still there / mouth to my ear with the blackest eyes and sharpest teeth pressed like diamonds against the skin of me / his voice is a heavy god / a cold body jumping beneath my shaking hands / and suddenly i remember that day we made the deal and i took him by the face and pressed my mouth to his / wondering if devils too feel surprise / the nervous rush of a stranger’s tongue in their mouth / and i hear too those promises from when he found love in me / of ruddy cheeks and swollen summer stars / the world bulbous and blue on a platter / would that not have been nice and would i not have been happy forever / then he took too much and pushed too far and god / did i not fear for the whole of me and the shape of my heart in his hands / i took his head clean off i left him cold and ran home / to be free K. McNeil grew up in Los Angeles, and is currently studying creative writing at Chapman University. She has been writing fiction and poetry from before she can remember, and loves all things fantasy. Her hot take is that fairies are probably real, but that’s something she keeps to herself for the most part. Comments are closed.
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