Submitted poem by Daliah Angelique
i leave my body
a salt lick, saline drip
for the girls who drag
dead deer uphill
the girls born fluent
in necromance and litany,
motherless daughters
who breathe apologies
forwards and backwards
cradling their own hurt,
nursing their own decay
when i scrape one knee
i scrape the other
i rinse my wounds,
with rose water,
my wishbone, my pink slit
a glistening swarm of locusts,
a mouthful of pomegranate seeds
we kiss with
eyes closed, lips stained
our fingers intertwined
as our pain seeps
through the soil
and we ask
eyes closed, lips stained
Holy Virgin of virgins,
pray for us
Mother undefiled,
pray for us
POET BIO
Daliah Angelique is a lesbian Syracuse native studying in San Diego, America’s Largest Sublime Fan Club. Her first feature length poetry collection, A Dollhouse Built On Brimstone, was published by the Black Napkin Press in 2017. Angelique is a Pisces moon passionate about the concept of all women screaming simultaneously across the world, and in the meantime, sharing their truths in broad daylight without shame. Find her at @hautedogwater on Instagram for visual art and poetry updates.
