teeth

there’s a winter where my heart should be
death is everywhere
her devotion to us,
and ours to her,
evident.

for years i kept a tooth
in my pocket
turning it over in my hand –
the human it belonged to gone forever
his ashes tossed into the sea.

the ghosts of the ocean
have lost their teeth
tiny white shells turning on the sand
the moon whispers to the tide,
who takes them home.

Mela Blust is a moonchild, and has always had an affinity for the darkness. She has been writing poetry since she was a child. Her work has appeared in Isacoustic*, Rust+Moth, Anti-Heroin Chic, Rhythm & Bones Lit,and The Bitter Oleander, among others. She is the Head Publicist for Animal Heart Press, as well as a contributing editor for Barren Magazine. Her debut poetry collection, Skeleton Parade, is forthcoming with APEP Publications. You can find more of her work at https://melablust.com.

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