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Carmellite Chamblin is a 22 years old poet residing in the Somerville area. She enjoys the small things in life such as eating, staring into the eyes of strangers on Newbury Street and rotating around the sun.

Carmellite Chamblin

Book I, Ode I, [to Virgil]

Grace

Virgil, I never thought I’d write to you like this,

Pained, but perhaps troubled at the thought of collapsing into time unseen

The greatest sin I suppose,

The realization that I am no longer part of a narrative with a clear understanding of life.

Child of god, godless child.

God help the child, if she’s willing.

Eyes brown and heavy are spilling down my throat.

It was Tuesday 1 pm and my toes inched for blades.

Ask me, ask me what it felt like to bleed out God, flush her down to rot with Hades, turn the faucet, and cauterize her absence.

— Carmellite Chamblin

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