In the beginning, we climbed the Devil’s back to be Here. We broke bones for the Story and not just our own. Out of body, trapped inside. Voyagers; We were tired. Both soft and strong like spider-silk, our grandmothers, or the wind. The sky shook out her braids. Rested, we saw the rivers and knew they were good. Shadowless ladies, we went walking down the Devil’s back, in the beginning.
Emily Laubham is a writer in Pittsburgh, PA. Her poetry and short stories have appeared in publications, including Contrary Magazine, Ping-Pong Literary Journal, Flash: The International Short Story Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Autumn Sky Poetry. She has poetry forthcoming in Scapegoat Review and Littsburgh’s Critique of the Gods poetry anthology.