Chenelle Milford

 

Hammers and Matches

Hearing the rattle, I became wary
A serpent sledgehammered my rusty cage

I oxidized while paint flecked tiles
On floors in tiny matchstick houses

Pressurized transporters soon combusted
Shattering cinder blocks and old notebooks

Quarantined, we bled and prayed for
One last matchbook, deer meat, lye and compass

Hearing a rattle, we became hungry
We beat the serpent 'til inedible

 

  
Chenelle Milford edits the literary journal, Scythe. Some of her work is displayed on New Aesthetic (http://newaesthetic.in/e-books/water-for-sinners.html) and Menacing Hedge (http://www.menacinghedge.com/summer2011/).


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