My Escape

1 min read
ladder drapes
bruised, scarred,
and charred,
downward,
intact.
A cord
braided
four weeks into my making,
has sent me warnings
I finally heard.
the chord,
so ominous a strum
like how Bobby played guitar
until I broke his string
before he could break mine.
I know my boundary line,
my twine, vibrates when plucked,
Oh Spine! My Spine!
Tucked beneath my skin,
double O 7 deep.
Without it, how could I stand
or walk away?

Nancy Byrne Iannucci

Nancy Byrne Iannucci is a widely published poet from Long Island, New York who currently lives in Troy, NY. Defenestration, Hobo Camp Review, Bending Genres, The Mantle, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Glass: a Poetry Journal are some of the places you will find her. She is the author of two chapbooks, Temptation of Wood (Nixes Mate Review, 2018), and Goblin Fruit (Impspired, 2021); she is also a teacher, and woodland roamer. Visit her at www.nancybyrneiannucci.com.

Previous Story

Strange Beauty

Next Story

The Lyrical Essay