In Another's Image
by Isabella Romine
I think of this:
The church roof that crushed
parishioners in prayer.
Seventy-three dead.
It is you for whom the complex is named.
Broken bodies soaked in milk & honey
for a carnal taste of the divine.
Apple to apple,
dust in lambs’ lungs.
Crook a finger, beckon
and raw knees shuffle forward.
Do you see your shape, trembling?
Or only pond glass eyes
that Narcissus would love.
About the Author
Isabella Romine is a senior at Grimsley High School in Greensboro, North Carolina, where she is the co-founder of the school’s literary magazine. She’s a serial zine collector, a philosophy enthusiast, and a purchaser of the ugliest clothes thrift stores can offer.