by Eileen Porzuczek
curvaceous bodies of femineity
drown in milky lavender wax.
coating, molding flesh with divinity,
all of her stand like trophy plaques.
chop off her delicate head,
sever her broad shoulders,
and thick legs that fled—
hold her between boulders.
insert cloth candle wicks
in dangling empty throats—
summon unwanted ticks.
snip to bleating goats.
place each body on a pedestal…
compare, burn, watch the spectacle.
About the Author:
Eileen Porzuczek is a creative writer, artist, and professional storyteller. She has worked with the Indiana Writers Center to bring community memoirs to life. You can also find one of her paintings in The Broken Plate and some of her poems forthcoming in New Plains Review. She also has a B.A. in English and an M.A. in Emerging Media Design and Development from Ball State University. Eileen lives in Indianapolis, IN with her partner, Antonio, and their Goldendoodle, Cali.