—poetry by Eman Bouras

It'll either be by means of explosion, in a car in between where I should be and where I shouldn't-- A crossroads perfect for perfume worded spells and goodbyes to a god in overalls I'm too far away from. A wall or a dip in a road and jump of a car part I never understood, and another wall that doesn't give as much as the other one was supposed to. 

Or by means of everything, him, 
his hands-- simple and gone away, 
around my neck. 

Eman Bouras lives in Florida with her guinea pig and two dogs. She studies Biology, and enjoys spending her weekends outdoors.