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Flesh

Megan Arkenberg

If you listen, she talks.

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Poetry
Horror

If you listen, she talks.

She knows a thousand things;
the shape of the moon
from Venus, the taste
of late autumn clouds,
the things stars dream of
before they die.

She knows, also, and will tell you
the forms souls take
when the body is dead;
sparrows sometimes,
and white moths, and wolves
howling in the moonlight.
She tells you this with a smile,
and a long crooked finger
points to something just
over your shoulder, something
you can’t see.

It is only afterward ,
when lying in bed and listening
to the beat of your heart
that you begin to wonder why

it is only the souls
that change.