The bone of my back
has begun
to tear
like a dying bluebird’s
wing.
Wind capers
upon
my wounds
and for a moment
I forget
the shape of your lips
that once
murmured
my name.
But,
my memory
is as sharp
as a
thorn
at the end
of a
rose
and the
branches
of my veins
continue
to tilt
toward
you.
But,
like marks of grey
on a white page
you begin to
fade
and the tear
of my bone
mends
like
the hour hand
meets
its minute

 

Emily Rabinowitz graduated from SVA’s BFA Photography and Video Program in May of 2016 and is currently working full-time in the fashion industry as a photographer.