mœræ measured their threads at the corner of fleet
and exeter, and atropos got busy.
one-hundred-seventy pounds of body
and eleven pounds of head (skull, eyes,
teeth, brain, facial muscles, and skin,
all holding weight outside of
extension) came to rest
in the dog days of
that summer i
can never
seem to
leave.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Comments (6)
This is a masterpiece, I remember Savannah's challenge, and this is perfect for that and a great submission for the anthology. I am looking at your submissions right now and will add a note in the comments of the one I pick, when I decide. Thank you for taking part, kp! Loved this!
Apologies for not getting to this sooner! Amazing poem! I can't explain why, but it gave me an uneasy sense of dread almost ... perhaps the Moerae and the imagery of the body? Whatever it was, fantastic work, the final lines left a mark too! Thanks for entering my challenge!
Wow...simply masterful.
Intense, is so few words I was swept into melancholy. Very good stuff kp!
👏 👏 i feel this one in my body
AHHHHHH!!! why u so good