The abyss of silence!
Weak dreams are snared
on hooks of darkness.
we face the night:
The baby grunts, too small
to wonder what slithers
in such sharp-cornered darkness.
Our boy’s voice, tremulous.
Oh love! I can tuck you into blankets,
but can’t smooth blackness.
The silence has such lumps in it,
such bumps in it. If a dog barks,
if a star falls: we will hear it.
Pains poke through: little worms!
They come to nibble us,
to remind our cold bones:
There are holes in the night sky.
Demons whisper in the gaps;
dreams fall into chasms of black.
Lindsey Bellosa has an MA in Writing from the National University of Galway, Ireland and has been published in both Irish and American magazines and journals. She won the 2012 Red Poppy Review's Summer Poetry Contest. Her first chapbook, The Hunger, has recently been published with Willet Press. She lives and teaches in Syracuse, NY.