Inner Dark
her scarf fell faster than a tear and I plunged forward yet unable to stop the
drop we walked on the island hid itself from us casting a gray mirror so we
only saw a fractured familiar made of manipulated vegetation trails echoing footsteps
engraved and septic but we discarded these wounds sinking through trees
until a building stood leaned in our way sand dirt and beer tops
waited for our trample to further their dents and vanishing yet we
picked them as herbs instead as the giant gutted eye watched they were swept up in a
semi-resurrection then we went to the portal gazing crawled through to the
pit that connected the gone eye and deserted head as a throat might going to the
stomach depths there we dropped the coins clinking in rusty chorus released
and peering we saw the dark innards spinning grappling like mad ivy
and we left re-crossing the bridge where I thought I glimpsed mother’s scarf
free floatingRoots
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Born in Krasnoyarsk, Russia, Konstantin studies British & American Literature and Creative Writing at The University of Kent in Canterbury, England. He has been published by The Claremont Review, Four Ties Lit Review, Minetta Review, FIVE:2ONE, and has won the ZO Magazine Silver Prize for Poetry, and is currently a Review Assistant for Newfound; his blog: www.neomodernkonstantin.weebly.com
Artwork by: Sarai DezaSarai Deza (27, Pontevedra). She studied artistic and fashion photography and art direction. She is currently working in Madrid. She likes to develop an idea and find everything she needs to carry it out. She does conceptual photography and she likes to use the color and the composition in the narrative.
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