By Ashley Green
My blood is plain. One would expect this
pain would produce something of art.
Instead, an ordinary spatter of claret staining
cotton and being. I am stuck between two
worlds; a purgatory of present & possibility.
I will bury the future in cold water set on
delicate and mourn its absence in silence.
I will place a flower at the base of my belly
and say your name out loud to the moon.
Ashley Green is an emerging poet living in Southern California.