By Fabrice Poussin
They wonder
if you know the lightning
of the aura following you
as you traverse the expense of green.
They wish
there was a way to break the spell
of the warm prison glow
your protection like a sarcophagus.
They ask
whether you might ever want to
be read like the open story you once were
fragile then in every fibre of your flesh.
I too imagine
what remains of the passionate girl
who used to share her infinity willingly
as a sacrifice to the upcoming suffering.
All witness
vanishing into the dense heat of a new dusk
as she walks in a dream of her making
her fortress impregnable into eternity.
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Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
