A m a n d a   O a k s

No Gods in the Water

We threw all our pennies
in that wishing well. Honey 

bled from the cracks
around our dark edges

& the bees swarmed
to form a frontline,

trying their damnedest
to keep the lid on

the war within but
there was a hurricane

in my mouth
& its hunger

was tired
of waiting.

Paul Dickey