Hers
by Vanessa Cunningham
Illustration by Olivia Leemon
A heavy heart is met with tired eyes
With ashen lips on a pallor face
She bewitches me,
An alluring tragedy
I feel soulless and sublimed
What’s left of my substantive
flesh is dust at my fingertips
‘Lady Darkness, I invite you.’
Breathe into me,
Breathe out of me
She smiles into my bones
And caresses my wasted flesh and blood
Without her, I’m disjointed
But with her, I decay
My stomach spills
As I hear harmonious chaos
At last, I see midnight
With hazy, fleeting stars
As warmth consumes me,
She breathes my last breath
With a siren’s cadence
She sings me to sleep:
‘Through all this time, turbulence, and terror
The least you could give me
Is everything.’
Now, I am solely and simply…
Vanessa Cunningham (she/hers) is a junior psychology major and Blackburn's Psi Chi chapter president. She enjoys writing free verse poetry.