Bury the Night






Bury the Night

 

Bury the night.

Bury the stars that shorn

the skin off my forehead.

Bury my blood, willingly

given. Bury the dark

that cut stars into my ankles.

Bury these scars, and this body,

then erase the meaning

of the word bury.

 
Emily Barthloet

 

Emily Bartholet is a highly caffeinated student at Dickinson College, where she wishes she could major in everything. When she's not studying, she can usually be found writing under a tree, or, when it rains, curled up in a beloved coffee shop. Her poetry has appeared online and in print, most notably in Third Point Press, Half Mystic, Inklette, and Rat's Ass Review's Love and Ensuing Madness collection.

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