Lethe

Lethe by Krystle Eilen (@iccaruso)

i am a winged thing flailing,

driven into my bovine body, and

back into my savage infant soul.

in the beginning, nature

conceived another deadweight,

and i find myself stillborn.

i am forever waiting to

open my welkin eyes

and outwit the brute.

i want the earth wrested from me;

i want no longer to acquiesce to

the stranglehold of gavity.

i am forever looking forward to

eclipsing the round

seared by fantasy.

Krystle Eilen is a poet currently attending university. Her works have been featured in Eunoia Review, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, BlazeVOX, Poetry Life and Times, ZiN Daily, and Literary Heist among others. In her free time, she enjoys reading and making art.