The Essence of Me
by Lea Ann Douglas
Just an inch away,
writhing toward me,
Is my ancestry,
so near,
tuckled up to my cells and sinews.
Far off in some misty before now,
Dark Mother of me,
O come feed your theotrope childer.
Too far removed from the wellspring,
The ancestral font,
To stalk the night on my own.
But close enough to hunger...
Drawing my blood like the moon rules the tides,
I feel the undertow of craving.
© 2006 Lea Ann Douglas
Lea Ann Douglas is a professor of English and
philosophy, living in Virginia. Her plays have been seen in Los Angles,
Virginia, Arizona and London. Her short stories have appeared in
Aphelion, Dream Passage, Asgard, and Cruinnaiu. She is currently editor
for the fantasy fiction magazine Cruinnaiu and co-editor of an
anthology of erotic horror fiction and poetry.
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