Poetry By Mela Blust

​impetus

my body was a mountain once but
you made it just a hill
because
my vast panorama was
for you a bitter pill
to swallow
my body was a river taking me
to greater things 
you dammed me up like I was mud
yet
I bubbled up like springs
because
my body was a vessel
my mind the force 
inside it
if you want something you can
cage
you’ll have to go and 
find it




fairy tales

does the king of birds
always love a girl made of glass?
slamming into her invisible wall a thousand times
before blinking marrow tears and
flying away ?
 
the preying mantis fucks
whichever boy she wants,
rips his head off and eats it after she
is satiated.




priorities

and days unfolded, life
not stopping
despite all the little deaths.
and the deathbed of her hymen was a place
where flowers bloomed;
if only to be plucked again and again
by men on their way
somewhere else.

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Mela Blust is a writer and artist from the south, who currently resides in rural Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in Nixes Mate Review, Califragile and Little Rose Magazine, and is forthcoming in Rust+Moth, Abstract Magazine, The Magnolia Review, Ink in Thirds, and Third Wednesday Magazine.

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