Days of Mourning

She wasn’t sure how she had become days of mourning.

It began with a pall, a thick viscous scrim

that changed what she saw, sawed herself into

halves and quarters and post-dissection she noticed

days had turned into weeks into months into years

into moths (what was this closet? where had she gone?)

and altogether a knotted bundle

that could not be spent, or misspent,

there was no economy to the quivering mass

of darkening days past, days she had become.

Knowing that escape was both impossible and inevitable,

she returned to the staggered fiction

of nights with no memory,

nights in which days of mourning

factored in little to none

to all.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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