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Witness Katie Metcalfe

Your elbow is arrow sharp, but I clutch you tighter, squeezing an ebbing warmth as your blood starts to cool, pool, and settle. You wanted death to find you here, where stars stuff the sky. I remember the candle crackling in the lantern, the night before we left the safety of the cabin. I remember the hot devastation of our last fuck. How you gripped my waist and moved to the rhythm of my heart beat. Now loss pummels my torso as your body decomposes. I sit and watch the process. I eat two nuts and four raisins from the trail mix bag. I take a sip of water. I remember, four years ago today, shouting through the glass of your hospital window. I shouted “I love you,� my emotions a cradle of knots until you said it back and managed a smile. The wolves come after two days.

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Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...

Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...