Unbroken Journal Issue 5

Page 62

Two Prose Poems by Santino Prinzi

Stuck There is nothing I can do. I spot a dead wasp dangling from a spider’s web. Yellow and black stripes are still vibrant, still alive with colour but empty inside. Slowly it twirls, stuck in its rotation. I am almost reflected in its translucent wings. I try to move on, try to accept our shared hollowness, but I can't.