Stephanie Wytovich
MARTYR
Strangle me with sweet grass,
shove crucifixes down my throat,
I am a clenched fist refusing
baptism, the words of men
a bloodied egg on my plate.
WOMAN AS A EULOGY
A murder of crows rests beneath
sleepless eyes, a visual demand for silence,
this the flock of death notes and mourning,
I come to the page as widow, the bruising
in my mouth an open invitation to my wounds:
please, swallow me whole,
digest me like the sickness I am.
I’ve stuffed diary pages in my bones,
these trauma bonds a book of weeping sores,
my body the first chapter to a memoir
made of ghosts. Look behind the coffins
filled with flowers, underneath the floorboard
covered in layers of whisper-worn screams:
I beg of you, read my story,
sing my pain with the choir blood of angels.
It’s been six years but six minutes,
this practice of choking on typewriter keys,
of mending white dresses I’ll never
get to wear, my voice a carving board
for sigils, each vocal cord stained ink,
soaked twice in half-strung hexes and rage:
I promise you, the forest ate my diamond,
devoured me whole, this poison that I am.
THE CRONE CONFESSIONS
When I dream about swallowing my teeth,
I often wake up hungry. I wonder
if it has something to do
with the way the moon
watches me at night, how it
glues itself to my window,
tonguing the glass
like a hungry wolf.
Confession: on Tuesdays I crawl up
the wall a shadow
only to shove mugwort
in my eyes—
It burns the way
my thighs did
when the noose
didn’t work
and
I’ve noticed a dying bat resting between
my shoulder blades, quiet like
the still, suffocated night. We screech
like sisters, our see-through bodies
a paper jacket, a satin sheet
covering a shapeshifter,
a hysteric-sewn hag
raging in her own filth.
Confession: on Saturdays, I fill the bathtub
full of piss
only to laugh when
I drink it—
It tastes the way
my womb did
the morning I
carved it out
yet
awake on this ceiling, I masturbate
to the sounds of cardinals,
my mattress a nest, a beaten-in
bruise, my skin a wrinkled dress
I’ve long since taken off.
Stephanie M. Wytovich is an American poet, novelist, and essayist. Her work has been showcased in numerous venues such as Weird Tales, Gutted: Beautiful Horror Stories, Fantastic Tales of Terror, Year's Best Hardcore Horror: Volume 2, The Best Horror of the Year: Volume 8, as well as many others.