in a far away time there is a mother, a wife, a daughter. beside her a son, a hero, a warrior. in some distant place his father, her husband. the time is unknown. war is fading from our senses. i rewrite, respin: war is its own myth. the mother fights her own battles, the hero rejects his place as the son, the father his place as a husband. a tale as old as time, they say. a tale as old as yourself, i reply. the family is its own myth. the mother is no longer a daughter as soon as she gives birth. the mother is no longer a wife as soon as her husband leaves. the mirage of belief is its own myth: perhaps a star falls down in your place. perhaps you were never there. they have taken your name to mean journey, they forget what you left behind. my elegy, my eulogy, i cannot find the tune. i blink, you’re gone again.
//
mother son,
father war
rewrite, respin
a tale as old as
yourself
the mirage of belief is
its own myth a star falls down in your place
my elegy, my eulogy,
i blink, you’re gone again.
//
mother son,
father,
the mirage of
your place
i blink, again.
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Maya Walker (she/her) is an avid reader, tea drinker, and lover of words. She is the founder and editor in chief of Fulminare Review as well as an executive editor at Spiritus Mundi Review and a staff writer for Immortal Journal. You can read her work at The Augment Review, Ice Lolly Review, Fifth Wheel Press, and others, or find her at the abyss of ink known colloquially as the Instagram page @maya_whispers_words.