The Fall of Eutychus

The Fall of Eutychus

Margaret Benavides

My eyes open to the star-speckled dark. 
I lie 
back on a cloud.
How else can anyone get a view like this? 
The wine moon flies by like a flaming blade
It is only a moment
I know the moment is
ending.
The firmament 
is falling 
away.

My eyes open to his earth-freckled face. 
I rise 
from a red pool.
How else can anyone see his words live?
The pool snakes from my unbroken body.
It was only an interruption 
I know the interruption is
ending. 
And he 
is walking
away. 

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Margaret Benavides
Writer

Margaret is a young writer and mental health professional from Shenandoah Valley,  Virginia. Her work has been published in The Quad of Grove City College.

Photography by Rachel Claire