Conversations with Immortals

by Kelsey J. Mills

I asked Ganymede if he ever forgot sunning rocks and softest wool
He said it dulls  
Like the beating of the sea against the stone 
Like the knife against the wrist 
And the liquor against the tongue. 
And he said this too will pass,  
But it may never end. 

I asked Hyacinth if he ever regretted blond hair and sparkling eyes 
He said he never saw it coming 
Until it lodged himself in the brain, 
And itched. 
Maybe it was my fault, he said. 
Too beautiful was I.  
I couldn't help it,  
Not everything blooms.  

I asked Attis why we bother when it ends in blood 
He crooked his finger in response. 
I left his pieces by the seashore,  
Some of us can only hope for stagnation. 

Persephone told me I'd accept it by the snowfall,  
When the tracks of yesterday 
Disappeared under nature's frost tipped kisses 
Freeze me through this year,  
The permafrost exhausts me.


Kelsey J. Mills is a writer, poet and blogger. Her published work has appeared in Off the Rocks 15, Dark Fire Fiction, and, most recently, The Yellow Chair Review. Kelsey's first love was science fiction, but she gradually came to adore horror and poetry. Kelsey believes in embracing the dark parts of life, which is an excuse for why everything she writes is depressing. When she's not blogging about irksome things or writing pretentious poetry, Kelsey can be found in her room watching cartoons or enjoying a marathon session of DDR.

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