<%@LANGUAGE="JAVASCRIPT" CODEPAGE="1252"%> Horror Poetry by Relf

 


Of Time and Water

by Terrie Leigh Relf



I wonder how long it takes to fill a bath,
how long for memories to pierce through

steam, gather in oily moats, cling to edges
of porcelain, tile. I float for awhile, until

the water grows tepid, while scenes from
the movie, Constantine, rise and churn. . .

how many takes before that drowning scene
was right? I listen for angels and demons,

house spirits. . .Alone I reach for a towel,
climb from the tub, then turn to form a

cairn from slivers of soap: green tea, lavender,
oatmeal. . . for a friend who drowned.


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