Allie Nelson on Sudden Denouement
The waters are like a widow’s hair, black and lustrous
with lost foam of tears salted to rime, the ocean weeps
for her husband sky, now blackened with the rot of
night, for it is only when his sun is a coin in the sky
that mourning waters light with warmth, each day
the seas cry for sky’s death, and hang the moon up
as a gravestone resplendent for his yellow eye.
Allie is a rather bubbly blonde that currently attends grad school for science communication, has a rather useless degree in biology, and works in the environmental field. She can usually be found hugging trees, eating green curry with tofu, or exploring the wilds of D.C.. Allie is an avid poet, aspiring author, meme queen, speculative fiction enthusiast, and alien centaur aficionado. She also has about 600 lipsticks.
You can find her at Dances With Tricksters