Circe’s Guests
Amelia Gorman
There were no ulnae under the skin to begin
hardhair trotter pretending to be the sole of shoe
abattoir hands gifted in the alchemy of spinal fluid
and the sweaty manufacture of gelatin and totems
expert in the ways of fascinus and pins. Extractor of
marrow and the cage around it so she knew
with a sniff these were soup bones
surrounded by a layer of sailor
now go in under your skin
and find your answers there
Amelia Gorman writes code, poetry and horror stories in Minnesota. Some of poetry can be found in Liminality #8, Silver Blade, and Eternal Haunted Summer. She tweets from @gorman_ghast.