Sydney Wagner

I. Suburban Coffin

My skeletons hide
deep within my coat closet.
I wish to exhume.

II. Dead on Arrival

Scalpel slices skin
This new body lacks a heart.
And yet, it still beats.

III. Autopsy

Name: Unimportant.
Age: It was too long ago.
Type: Clearly not mine.

IV. Handsaw

I break down the ribs
and hope to see flashing red.
Hearts won’t bleed for me.

V. The Anthropologist

Winter has frozen
the blood in my veins, and I
yearn to be exhumed.

 

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SYDNEY WAGNER (she/her) loves writing, her cats, and doing anything to keep from thinking. She particularly loves writing things down on Post-It notes and then forgetting about them. She doesn’t use it often, but you can find her @sydwagner02 on Twitter, or working on her own literary magazine, On Gaia Lit.