Abattoir by Lana Bella

Pale hands laid out like offal
open to lands of abyssal water,
the siren stirred auger clock-
wise, muscling the lives inside
to the depths of the lagoon.
The feral heart be denied and
raptor pecked over, she winged
flickers in fed-up swats with
shaded sky plunged for rubies,
as if eons had carbon-dated
her monarch in wind and brine,
where she screamed like lace,
pressed red.

Lana Bella
A three-time Pushcart Prize & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 380 journals, 2River, The Acentos Review, California Quarterly, Comstock Review, Expound, Grey Sparrow, Notre Dame Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, San Pedro River Review, The Ilanot Review, and Waccamaw, among others. She resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps. https://www.facebook.com/Lana-Bella-789916711141831/
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