Meth Widow she floats in despair letter fragments are cruel symbols without meaning or hope beneath the crown of thorns etched into her head is a face bleached-bone white eyes shaped like from a skull except in dull orange hint of blue black squiggle of line are the embers of hope dying mouth stitched like the rictus grimace of a fleshless cadaver cannot stop blood smearing the mouth and flowing in rivulets down chin and neck she cannot speak but her stare is more profound than words the pain the pain the pain the pain Neil Creighton This poem was written as part of the Ekphrastic Halloween surprise challenge. Neil Creighton is an Australian poet with a passion for social justice and a love of the natural world. Recent publications include Poetry Quarterly, Silver Birch Press, Praxis Online, South Florida Poetry Journal, and Verse-Virtual, where he is a contributing editor. His poetry blog is windofflowers.blogspot.com.au
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