My Lost Boy | Last Leaves Magazine

Last Leaves Magazine published this poem of mine this fall but I recently realized that I hadn't shared it anywhere! It's from their 9th issue under the theme 'Feral'.

My Lost Boy 

It was probably a long time coming, 

Stewing silently, 

bubbling internally 

pressure rising 

festering 

chocking 

gasping 

sizzling and finally, 

exploding with fumes of red fire 

and angry embrace. He must 

have grasped the spade 

with both hands, swinging violently, 

roaring fiercely shattering glass and 

splintering wood. 

I wonder how did he kick the 

broken pane and force his 

stubborn shape through the frame 

and away as tempers melted 

and hope arose. 

The ladies came for tea and asked 

for where the painted boy in the 

hallway frame went, jokingly 

and unaware. I reply I do not know, 

perhaps somewhere far 

somewhere beautiful.