by Erica Gilley
The morning sunlight pierces my eyelids,
As I blink myself awake into a pillowcase
Of prophetically promiscuous silk roses.
The golden faucet spews neon burgundy
While I splash my naked face, the
Pungent pomegranate steam filling the
Bathroom to coat me in glittering pride.
The flecks of silver glory in my irises
Are caused by the intense infections from
Levitating too much in gregarious limbo.
I exhale, melting into my bubble bath as I begin
Dripping in rose-colored eyedrops
To fill me full of my own blissful purpose;
Leaving an aftertaste of raspberry fluoride.
Though his snoring rings like baby’s breath,
There are restless nights I grow nightshade crowns;
Missing my days with mother smudged in dirt.
But the power of me is eternal and worthy of worship -
Mortal men spill serpentine eggshells, ravaged as a sacrifice
To the writhing, angry goddess living in the depths of my spleen.
Erica Ivy Gilley is an executive administrative assistant that has earned a BS in English and a BA in Dance from Radford University in 2022. Her first poem ‘Human Helminths’ was published in the 14th Issue of Sink Hollow Literary Magazine, and most recently her two poems ‘Wondering, Wandering’ and ‘Enigma of Rot’ were published in Rabble Review’s 5th Edition. Her interests include reading fantasy novels, playing video games, and practicing pilates.