Mythos by Sophia Brown

2017-2018 Magazine Featured Piece

An interview with the featured author

what you have done to me will not die
when the two of us have left this earth

what used to live underneath your bed and in your clenched
hand
now lives between my fingernails and over my eyelids
it lives here in this book

it will be here when this book is forgotten
and sitting in a landfill surrounded by trash
the rain will bleed the ink of these words into the rotting soil
where they will be eaten by dew-white maggots
the birds will pluck the words from the ground
and from the tops of telephone poles and swingsets
the crows will sing the songs of your putrid actions
they will teach these songs to their children
and what you have done to me
will not die
when the two of us have left this earth