By Hannah Dutton
I will own 7 trumpets.
Ride my skeletal horse through hellfire
Let my name be cataclysm
Let smoke pour from my eyes
hands become talons.
Let my name be Ineffable.
I have spent too long with a lamb’s ear tongue
Slice it. Make it forked.
I will dine on pomegranates
dark juice drip from stained lips
Let my name be Persephone.
Scream blood into ice,
watch it float down the river in sheets.
Remember warmth like a distant lover.
Drape myself in velvet,
wait for Revelation.
Hannah Dutton (she/her) is a poet, archaeologist and professor based in the woods and lakes of New England. She edits for a zine project "Victory Gardens". Her work appears in Centripetal, Livina Poetry and The People's Poetry NH volumes 1-3.
She can be found across social media @lifeinsherds.