The War Has Come
Into My Bones Tonight

by Shannon Blank

The war has entered
To my bones
And fever dreams
Attend in droves
My soul has sweated
Off its clothes
And I have been unmended.

My blood is slow
Thick viscous blood
Pulsing, ebbing
On its flood
Sluggish and suspended.
The righteous blood
That rises dark
From the recess
Of its ark
Is battled back
To bone and stark
And I am undefended.

The war has entered
To my bones
And fever dreams
Attend in droves
My soul has sweated
Off its clothes
And I have been unmended.


Shannon Blank is a young woman reading and writing in the border foothills of West Virginia.


Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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