Emily Dickinson

It’s Emily Dickinson It’s a voice that blinds That crosses the abyss between the living and the dead It’s a woman in a room Who converses with time Who answers ghosts Who erupts and takes flight Who offers herself completely To the irony of fate It’s a volcano Inside a rib cage It’s a skull loaded to the brim Aimed at the rest It’s the center of the Earth at the center of the heart.