February 2021 * microverses

Sealed by Simon Read

My skin is the edge of a universeSometimes I look out and see the stars of other universesBurning madly, beautiful,

About to plant his kiss,he sees neither the thorn-hookartfully concealedin Sleeping Beauty’s mouth, nor the line snaking backthrough the briarsto

she said she was sorry like she had a choice.the universe smashes her fists into fatetwists the knife our knuckles

you can’t remember whenyou started to watchthis bread risebut ghost month comesand you feel your hungergrow Photo by Mariana Kurnyk from Pexels

Inside the church a cruciform arrangement of rifles hangs high above the altar. A man kneels and crosses himself. The