by Stephanie Smith

Published in Issue No. 242 ~ July, 2017

She awoke to find

herself melting one night


It’s strange, the colors

that flowed out of her

and into the abyss


like a liquid rainbow

in a leech-ridden swamp


“I’m practicing for the end,” she said,

with a seriousness in her stare


she turned the gods to stone



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Stephanie Smith's poetry has appeared in such publications as STRONG VERSE, THIRD WEDNESDAY, FORGE, RED RIVER REVIEW, and FOLIATE OAK. She lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania.