The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady

The Last night.

by fyarlgiles


When she vanished

-for the first time-

-for the last time-

I  could not help but swallow a chalky lump

of relief.

And I’m not sure how it happened but

now I am

 engulfed in a

soapy rose–

that dribbles

into my mouth

in  spindly Ribbons.

It burrows in my ears

and toes

 in rumpled gobs that whisper

and whoop


 there is a

A fog inside

that I cannot


“Lady in Waiting” by Angie Hoover Hillhouse

Artwork: Lost in the World by Filmout

Skin Deep

by fyarlgiles


 I feel your frightened eyes

fumble and peel

as I pass —

She is

-so tall

She is

—so sure

That otherworldly creature

over there—