ELISABETH HORAN —

UNEXPLAINED

featured in issue 31

In my darkest of nights

i reach for you

you won't feel my fingers aching

just a slight stirring in the air

unexplained. it's me taking your hand into mine

it's me kissing your forehead

my mess lips and messier life

entering your world and refusing to leave ----

uninvited. I come to your side; i leave a scent

of lavender and dreams gone awry --- morals

and tomes and platitudes are not my language

I speak in glances and touches; written scribblings of the

drunk and sleepless. But they don't matter any less..

when I hold your chin into the light of noon, even as you fight me

off, I will whisper, I can be your momma, and your sister, your platonic

lover. and if you'll let me try, it can be forever. 

Elisabeth Horan is an imperfect creature from Vermont advocating for animals, children and those suffering alone and in pain - especially those ostracized by disability and mental illness.  

She is a Gemini.

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