Aegean Curses

I imagine she wears pearls

-checks them with her teeth-

paired with shoes which have etched

stoicism into her linear smile.

She wants to embody cruelty

-package it as flesh-

and tie it with a coarse ribbon

so she can sell it like sex,

weaponise her tongue and chant

her curses onto iron tablets

-to sink in the sea-

to fashion manacles which strangle

long after death and say ‘See?

I told you, you would never be rid of me.’

 


Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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