appealing

The Maynard
Spring 2018

Ashley Prince
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The Guilt of Not Wanting

The absence of blood stains
left each trip to the toilet
a death sentence.

Reckless nights captured
in a bloating, festering uterus.

Nothing felt right that summer.

The taunting of mother nature,
ragged, brittle poplars
sucked barren from the heat.

Harvests stillborn, grass
crunchy, yellow, soil leeching
onto any speck of water.

The heat so thick, most love
went unconsummated. Bodies
too sticky to bother.

Even the lilacs, long a source
of calm, didn’t visit.

A clear sign that the body
was no longer hers.