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Poems by Ashley Mares
Vixen
When I kneeled next to the bed to pray as a child, I would plead God to make me beautiful. Now women look me in the eyes and say You'll make him fall in love – Lust after your scent and fight the urge to intertwine with your metacarpals. When you cock your shoulder your clavicles point towards him like an arrow – Beckoning him to take a step forward. A décolletage worth highlighting with his lips so he can claim her as his. Your laughter hexed him into believing you're the only woman with blue eyes. You're not just a pause between silences. But a voice that sings the only lullaby that will wake him. When his dreams intersect with your skin his eyes remain closed. Her marrow never mixes with his – it stays within the confines of her bones. But he tousles her hair and thinks that's enough.
The Night Ravages
When it's dark out the wind passes through my marrow and caresses my bones with its icy fingertips. Our bodies are in a constant state of breaking down. I only think of this in the night. The unfortunate side-effect of allowing the dawn to break in half. When my grandmother was my age what were her worries that don't seem to matter now as she sits in her rocker and reads deep into the night? * * * Follow Me Throw nets on the right side and at the same time, throw salt at whatever has red eyes. If you don't fall in the water you can run faster. Away from crows whose eyes are like blood. Grab fish along the way and tuck them into your coat pocket, close to your warmth. Give them a piece of broken bread and hope they learn to sprint as their old home drips away. * * * Never Forgotten In the night I curl into myself and listen to the changing tones of the wall clock. The loneliness of my bones comforted by the deep tones. I would see ghosts dancing in the mirror and wonder who else knew of their presence. My hands would outline her form so I could speculate on her age and maybe how she came to be here. A piece of me would be left behind – stuck in the witching hour. Every evening I’d dread having to be whole again as I anticipate the night approaching.
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