Into the Fire


Into the Fire



My egg

sticks to my womb

wanting something

like a thunderbolt


My love

makes havoc in my breast

like a sinister struggle.

I am expecting him

his lost satisfaction

stretched out to annihilate my own


I am expecting him like

a flickering tongue, a goodnight kiss

in the twisted cry of his need,

folding up inside of me


a terrible after effect


My love hovers in a madman’s purgatory,

where eternity gets stuck in a single moment,

no claimed victory, no wingspread

to express his freedom


I continue in silence

expecting him…


I will never sleep again.



Copyright © 1989 by Allison Grayhurst



Before the Dawn was published  in 1989 by The Plowman, written by Allison Grayhurst under the pseudonym of Jocelyn Kain.

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2018



First published in “The Plowman: A Journal of International Poetry” 1989



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