Myrrha

by Mari Ness


King's daughter. He told me I
could love only him. King's daughter.
Worthy only of a king. And what king
more worthy than he, father of
a daughter such as I?

Out of that bitterness, green leaves and bark.
Out of that bark, slow moving myrrh.
Out of that myrrh, a lingering perfume,
resting long in the walls, the fingers.


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Mari Ness Mari Ness has published fiction and poetry in numerous publications, including Tor.com, Clarkesworld Magazine, Daily Science Fiction, Apex Magazine, Strange Horizons, Mythic Delirium and Goblin Fruit. For a longer list of works, check out her official blog at marikness.wordpress.com, and for irregular updates, follow her on Twitter at mari_ness. She lives in central Florida.

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