by Monica Kagan
I long for magic in my life…
Does that sound silly?
I long for wings and wands
Instead of claws and sores.
Flesh strips, flayed
Vultures lay bare
A raw heart–
Rended
Shrapnel shreds sisters, mother, father
A familial holocaust
A bone tableau
Sylvia, Ingrid and Virginia
Weave their wounds into words
Spiraling down a well
I long for wings and wands
Instead of claws and sores.
I long for magic in my life…
Does that sound silly?
Monica Kagan lives in beautiful Cape Town, South Africa with her wonderful cat. She is a contributing writer at Rhythm & Bones Press on their blog Necropolis. Her work appears in Crack the Spine, Fourth & Sycamore, and Anti-Heroin Chic, among others. Twitter: @MonicaOFAH.
(And check out Monica’s poem Searching for Virginia. – Elephants Never)