Going for Bones

by Cynthia Reeser

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We strode waist-high
through thorns, picking
up fallow sticks, those
that splintered bark like bones.

Then: killing you off
cell by cell, a tinkling
Of bells out of hand.
There would be no turning

And looking back behind me.
We scouted the vines:
less their menacing chokeholds
they would be perfect,

Would sing into the night.

Cynthia Reeser is the Editor-in-Chief of Prick of the Spindle. She writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction, and is a regular review writer for . Her poetry chapbook, Light and Trials of Light (Finishing Line Press) and a nonfiction book on publishing for children, were published in January 2010, and her nonfiction book on children’s publishing is forthcoming from Atlantic Publishing in early 2010. Her book on publishing for the Kindle is expected Spring 2010. Cynthia is a visual artist, whose work can be seen at , and the founder and publisher of Aqueous Books.


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