A Small Child Understands Death
You are tattoos, like scattered buoys on a white lake.
I asked you “what will become of me?”
When the ride stops, and everything is cold and green again,
And that phobic spotted thing comes back.
What I fear most is how our eyes wander.
We will echo chaos back and forth across the wood fire
And I will grow sick to my stomach.
That is my penance, to watch you fade away.
Art: "Form Becoming/Arriving" by Ann-Marie Brown
Poetry by Ellery Pridgen
Ellery Pridgen is an 18-year-old student living in Washington state. Currently, she works part-time at a thrift store, and dreams of becoming a writer full-time.
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Art by Ann-Marie Brown
Ann-Marie Brown is a Canadian painter working in encaustic and oil. Her figurative works have been exhibited across Canada & the United States.