Photo Credit: TL Sherwood

wreckage
less crumble
gathered in my
crumbled
hands
less back of a back
hunched in longing
for the sandstone
skin      less
steam
of my fissures
less atmosphere less
black less feather
less mouth
less

floating my ache as a sigh

less ache and ache and

sigh
like the wind
of two
bodies
eroding

less

return
less grain when returning
myself to myself
less conversion less

myself
as dust
swept by
my own eyelashes weeping

less along the scuffled
grounds less
oh god
am I
this mess of
ravens

Emily Ellison is a second year MFA poet at Texas State University, where she also works as an Teaching Assistant for their English faculty. Her work has appeared in Southword, After the Pause, and Haiku Journal, and is upcoming in several places. Emily lives in San Marcos, Texas with two cats and an abundance of plants (withering at the moment).