one last drink before i go

poetry by helga floros

one last drink before i go

where my body ought to be,
there is only dirt. the bruise of my heart
ripening like a plum. dark as tar.

I made a home at the end
of my rope. I wanted a happy ending,
wanted your hand to be soft.

God’s bastard child.
I try to tell him to turn on the lights,
but the words come out all wrong.

I will be beautiful for you
one final time. A sleeping skeleton doll.
Goodbye, my darling,

I’ll see you in Heaven.

helga floros

helga floros is the author of MELODRAMA (ghost city press 2018). they have work in occulum, peach mag, witchcraft magazine, & elsewhere. they tweet @helgafloros