Coraddi Chop

Okay, so that pun was bad, but I couldn't resist. I'm just re-posting a poem I wrote earlier on this year that just now got accepted into UNCG's literary magazine The Coraddi. I'm excited; hope you enjoy!

I hear

a flutter of midnight ravens

and eyelids;

rain spits on the window

and moves on;

the end of the hallway

falls into darkness

with a dull thud;

the kitchen faucet leaks

above a tin sink;

a showerhead drop

drips onto tile;

in an unseen room

the floor creaks

beneath the weight

of an empty home.