Katrina Kaye

Something went wrong
when I was forgiving myself,

shedding my sins
like the “love me not”
petals of a drooping daisy.

there must have been
a syllable to the spell I left out,
or a verse I didn’t say
in the right order.

there must have
been more to include
that slipped my mind

slipped my hands,
fell to the floor,
scattered, like white petals,
still moist to the
touch of my bare feet.

 

“Spell” is previously published in Amazine (2025).