Videography by Olivia Blackwell
Poetry by Christine Stoddard
Featuring Luna Lark
Misery--and the creek by the sea--snatched him one spring evening.
And now like a kindergarden artist,
she beckons him with purple chalk.
Before the sun pours into nighttime,
Margo scrawls her words on crags
and in crevices by the water.
She asks how death is,
and how long it will take for her heart to
unfold from the mangled mess it has become,
and if she will ever love again.
The rocks do not answer and neither does the wind.