Let's arrange some matters
Feelings beat like an enigma in a pine box—decidedly vulgar on the tip of your tongue
And so you bargain with your loveliness
Intellect you dispose of with freaks of fancy
But the truth is peculiar—capturing a heart with a few words
So you handle with care
Knowing your faulty appreciation of absence can cause you to fall and get lost
Under a full moon—the crowded wreck of you
Cuts away what remained
Making you flat and heavy—to all appearances dead
At some more appropriate time it would be a most lovely death
Instead in disgust-you personate—a pseudo-wife
Hanging a copy of "The Last Supper" in the faint hope of saving yourself
Yet it is a rare thing for you to sleep soundly at night.
From Edgar Allan Poe's short story 'The Oblong Box'
Adele Evershed is an early years educator and writer. She was born in Wales and has lived in Hong Kong and Singapore before settling in Connecticut. Her prose has been published on line in a number Every Day Fiction, Free Flash Fiction, Ab Terra Flash Fiction Magazine, Rue Scribe, and Grey Sparrow Journal. You can find her poetry in High Shelf, bee house Journal, Shot Glass Journal, Tofu Ink Arts Press, The Fib Review, Réapparition Journal, Sad Girls Club and Green Ink Poetry.