The Descendant

Anna Frances Conway, Contributor. 


The bone structure

the eyes like cotton balls

the nose like the ace of spades

one tear cascades and I don’t

know how to catch it.


It’s not mine; I can’t pull the

think back into her pink socket

the little darling thing, taut as a spring

can barely tie her shoe, one step closer

to the black tasting blue


Not quite made of me, not quite

made of you, arms like

dandelion flaps pull up and



One snap,


green pools in white specks

dance and catch on you

and children don’t take well to glue


My body convulses like a dying animal

trying to reach you


You’ve turned blue in the fleshy hills,

so your scalp holds daffodils.

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