Katrina K Guarascio
I won’t lie and say there wasn’t
relief in the coming of blood.
My mind was still unsettled
when your soul fled my body.
Birds scattering from a telephone wire.
You were in such a hurry,
no time to wait for my resolve.
They sucked you out.
Scraped you off insides,
metal to flesh,
taking what you left.
Never knew I could feel so deserted.
Amazing how something so consuming
could be gone completely, without a trace.
Every now and again
I feel the familiar ache
inside my body,
the cramp and kick of a liberated soul.
And I wonder
who you could have been.
“Son” is previously published in The Fall of the Sparrow (2014).