//creative//
Spring 2020
Spring 2020
Olivia Luther
bones to blood and it drips,
a gifted sternum,
each rib of this cage pulled, torn,
shattered and pried;
i am blood and flesh.
extract tibula, fibula,
any appendage, this moveable sack
and sacks, shake hands with skeleton,
my secret reflection
that escapes the confines of skin
to offer a velocity of breath.
convinced of the ecstasy in violence,
there is dismantling:
my organs contracting,
skin collapsing at my feet.
yet hands wash clean what is my body
while in desperate retreat:
stilted upright
propped up by my bones.
still i will reach inside,
bare hands, and yank out
all i can bear, to say i birthed this:
absolute. unconditional.
//OLIVIA LUTHER is a sophomore at Columbia College. She can be reached at oml2107@columbia.edu.
a gifted sternum,
each rib of this cage pulled, torn,
shattered and pried;
i am blood and flesh.
extract tibula, fibula,
any appendage, this moveable sack
and sacks, shake hands with skeleton,
my secret reflection
that escapes the confines of skin
to offer a velocity of breath.
convinced of the ecstasy in violence,
there is dismantling:
my organs contracting,
skin collapsing at my feet.
yet hands wash clean what is my body
while in desperate retreat:
stilted upright
propped up by my bones.
still i will reach inside,
bare hands, and yank out
all i can bear, to say i birthed this:
absolute. unconditional.
//OLIVIA LUTHER is a sophomore at Columbia College. She can be reached at oml2107@columbia.edu.