Ofelia and Ophelia


Her spirit, a fairy flickering insect itch
Inside of her
Dead on the floor button-down
And bloody frock.
She was a chrysalis crushed in his
Unassuming bite
A sacrifice to Pan’s
Delightful fingers for a boy
A brother’s body.

The namesake of another
Ophelia, who
Drowned herself to teach us, what
Lower her body so that the men
Can kill each other over fathers or
Her lack
Of breaths
A plot device, pining.

I imagine the older Ophelia tut-tuts
Floating on that cloudy gospel cherub perch
Another senseless death for
That boy—brother—lover
He will only live to start another war

Isn’t it beautiful?


Artwork by Kelia Anne Maccluskey 

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