November 24, 2019


Photo by Camila Cordeiro on Unsplash





taste the wretched honey of my sins

wrench the last breath from

the poverty of my lungs


how many times have i been on my knees

praying for the next delicious theft?


see these hands

built this shrine so that you could worship

a come-hither demon.


the lie we think of as love.




~ Mela Blust









Since seeking publication just over a year ago, Mela’s work has been nominated twice for Best Of The Net, and has appeared or is forthcoming in The Bitter Oleander, Isacoustic, Rust+Moth, Anti Heroin Chic, Rhythm & Bones Lit, The Nassau Review, The Sierra Nevada Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, Collective Unrest, and many more.

Her debut poetry collection, Skeleton Parade, is available through Apep Publications.

She is Head Publicist and Social Media Manager for Animal Heart Press, a contributing editor for Barren Magazine, and a poetry reader for The Rise Up Review.

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