Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Dry. by Mela Blust


hopelessness whispers
at the back of my neck
take a drink, it says
from the ashes of the wreck
despair curls it’s ragged hand
around the small of my back
gently leading me somewhere
suspiciously hollow and black
promises and laughter
each drop is a beautiful lie
daylight and a mirror
honey, the well’s run dry




Mela Blust is a writer and artist from the south, who currently resides in rural Pennsylvania. She has always had an affinity for dark things. Her work has appeared in Nixes Mate Review, Califragile and Little Rose Magazine, and is forthcoming in many publications.

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