Quantum Entanglement

Ashely Adams

October 1, 2018

I can’t forgive the way                you break the rules,
the steeled curve of your grin.
You don’t even like this, do you?
                Weaving your fingers between
                 legatos and cascades,
    filling prophecy with triumphant ash.

A bioluminescent refrain begs                for you
                  to bear your heart, but I know
the only way to win is the spear,
                                                                         the green rift of your traitor’s ribcage.

Can you hear it,
                  the tide beating against this mountain?

It crowns me justice—                                the true heroine
who does not shatter but

bends
bends
bends
bends
bends
bends
bends
                  an undertow.