The Death of Pearls

Haley Wooning

1. The Death of Pearls

I am reaching the end of something, sharp-
edged and like a shadow

a dark I have not seen before

last night, sleepless, turned- my own voice
was cold to me

with sacred, ritual language

the soundless rhythm of stolen wings
and nothing else returned

suddenly, the terror of saying nothing,
that whole
unbearable song

a fragmented, sliver of a life
dressed like the yellow ghoul of childhood
over the witcheries of water

the exhaustion of necessities
like the dragging of the soul behind
the chariot of nowhere




Haley Wooning lives in California with her partner and cat, Puck.