Julie Bloss Kelsey

nightmare —
the tendrils
of his existence
take root 
in me

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

reaching out

to her relatives—

city ghost tour

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

unpacking my guilt
this suitcase full of dirty clothes
and severed limbs

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

beneath his shoe
the cloudy globe
of your eye

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

finishing her story—
the beginning stages
of decomposition 

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

lunch date—

my lover’s canines

pierce the vein

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

at the freshly dug grave
thinking only of myself
jumping in

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

after dinner

unbuttoning

his belly

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

at the bottom
of my soul
an open grave

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

between life

a razor-thin line

and death

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

at the old watering hole
Grandpa casts about
for his next victim

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

scattered light—
this phantom
darkness

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

night terror—
when I wake up
he’s still here

— Julie Bloss Kelsey

Julie Bloss Kelsey

inching closer
I hear their veiled threats...
trees

— Julie Bloss Kelsey