Contributor: Michelle Kopp

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Present time’s lady haemorrhages
at the wrists -- hauntings in her mind
slipping through
wet fingers

Stars explode the universe -- nothingness
what she wants most is a second
moment to hold her baby
girl -- soft pink flesh and light blonde hair
bright hazel eyes
small hands wrapped around fingers


2.

Past time’s maiden held a hand
over her stomach
twirled a pen between her fingers

Textbooks piled high
she kissed her lady lover -- cotton candy lips
-- porcelain face with hazel eyes
chokecherry lipstick in myriad starlight


3.

Present time’s woman kneels at
smooth tombstone carved
with myriad moonlight

Rain cracks from the skies
glistens upon a black granite
angel peacefully resting
on a double heart -- one etched with --
together with God but forever in our hearts
and the other --
a bud on earth to bloom in heaven

Curled into the foetal position
she conceals scar tissue beneath
silken scarves of cotton-candy pink,
reminiscent of past maiden’s lips

She prays.


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Michelle Kopp is a full-time graduate student and part-time writer in Saskatchewan, Canada. Her work has appeared in 'The Diverse Arts Project' and 'Yesteryear Fiction'.

Contributor: Michelle Kopp

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Summerlands are gateways for lost souls
trembling as their mortal vessels decay
two feet beneath the garden of remembrance

valleys of lilies grow over fresh soil
their roots bind tight round paper caskets

frozen mists shroud my eyes to bury me
deep within Goddess eyes -- embracing

November’s playgrounds shimmer in autumn memories
forgotten in the minds of Goddess children
playing on hushed swings in the Summerland

to await innocent mortal flesh

-for chibi-


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Michelle Kopp is a full-time graduate student and part-time writer in Saskatchewan, Canada. Her work has appeared in 'The Diverse Arts Project' and 'Yesteryear Fiction'.