by Monica Kagan
Slipping between the stones,
I search for words clamped to rocks like leeches.
One by one they fall and float away.
Sagging into the water – she calls.
Her voice penetrates my skin.
Her tongue coils around my lungs.
In the depths of my consciousness,
thoughts splinter like a shattered vase.
I lurch forward.
Limbs numb,
seaweed shrouds my body.
Her echoes surround me.
Searching for Virginia
I disappear.
Monica Kagan lives by the sea in beautiful Cape Town, South Africa with her wonderful cat. She is a contributing writer at Rhythm & Bones Press on their blog Necropolis and a reader at 805 Literary and Art Magazine. Her work appears in Crack the Spine, Fourth & Sycamore and Anti-Heroin Chic, among others. Twitter: MonicaOFAH