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L’appel du Vide [Poetry]

by Lauren Yarnall

  • It was blue-black with night, the trees
  • all murmurs and bending boughs.
  • Your legs, bare, white and
  • ………………….fluorescent,
  • wading further to cool your warm
  • in dark water. The moon hung, her
  • beaten corpse smiling down & up,
  • ……………………….pale yellow face
  • wavering with each touch against
  • ……………………………….her blue-black frame.
  • Your fingers
  • …………………………….dancing the surface
  • like water bugs, your hair fanning
  • …………..flames
  • behind you. I tongue the hole
  • in my gums, the red tether pulling
  • from the flesh that held you. Edge
  • ……………………………closer, to close the gap.

 

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Lauren Yarnall is a student at Salisbury University, majoring in Creative Writing. Lauren currently works as an associate Poetry editor for the literary journal, The Scarab, co-founded a creative writing group called Sub & Pub, and leads book discussions with inmates at Eastern Correctional Institution. New work forthcoming inĀ Harpur Palate.

 


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