hell-
bent mad
woman twists
braids in mourning
young morning grass
wet sliding through
her fretful
fingers above
the below
a young grave
memories still
of white wrists
burping blood
questions
if her daughter
has gone above
or below hell-
bent busy bee
whizzes by
onward to his
honeycomb home
Amanda J. Miller lives in Spencerport, NY and works at The College at Brockport. When she isn’t working nine to five, she spends her time soaking in language, art, and music. She strives to share her writing and her world with others and hopes to have her first collection of poetry published in the near future. Her work has appeared previously on Eunoia Review and on The Ghazal Page.
Frenzy. I’m a little weak kneed. Effective. I feel like whispering.