Off the Ship

There are no daffodils

on the sea’s

rolling hills of blue

and death.

We try to pray, play

the unattainable constellations

like dulcimer strings.

Music drowns,

voices drown

with their throats,

hearts, and dancing

dead legs in the blue

with no daffodils.

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Jessica Halsey is the author of The Slaughter Chronicles and many strange poems. She lives in Arkansas and writes urban fantasy, preternatural horror, and experimental poetry (and sometimes science fiction).

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