H E R M E N E U T I C C H A O S J O U R N A L
Blood spilt on birthstones of the cross, pricked by pine needles. Blood stops after two drops, three. Pale skin smooth, would-be scar invisible, sunken into wrinkles of a fingerprint. Iron droplets vanish, infuse the stones. Circle of salt around Blessed Mother holding her child, scowling, haunted, eyes ringed in shadows. Amethyst. Moonstone. Smoky quartz. Citrine. Moss agate. Imagine golden light inside of her, cells breaking, stitching, shedding, but leaving her whole. Send up the bastard prayer, everything muttered three times, everything muttered three times, everything muttered three times, bound by the power of three so mote it be. Seal in the tin she sent one Christmas, hidden between silk ribbons & the arsenal of rosaries. Shock of adrenaline to the system, energy of body—cells shedding & leaving a body whole—to energy of the Earth beneath.
Audrey T. Carroll, a Queens, NYC native, is an MFA candidate with the Arkansas Writer's Program and graduated with a BA in Creative Writing from Susquehanna University. Her work has previously been published in The Legendary, The Blue Route, The Cynic Online Magazine, the Red Fez Review, and others.
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