She, in a room bristled
with bodies, cried.
In the first few minutes,
a downpour over-dewed
rose petals,
Lids: an arrhythmia unmonitored,
those were her eyes
when she learned of a dog
misdiagnosed with pink eye;
it was actually glaucoma.
Sclerae blushed
as she cried for a dog
and not for humans.
Eyes excised
from their sockets,
from their suffering.
Author Bio:
Sarah Kersey's beginnings as a poet was slow. It began at 12 with a poem about her parents' divorce. At 15, she competed in her first poetry slam. At 18, she tied for third place in a different poetry slam. At 20, her poetry was published for the first time in Columbia University's literary blog Catch & Release.
Though she wanted to become an English teacher, she had to readjust due to changed circumstances. Sarah went to x-ray school instead, and she fell in love with it. Being an x-ray tech has informed her poetry. In 2018, she became an associate editor for South Florida Poetry Journal, and for The Fictional Café. Kersey is hard at work on her first chapbook, which hopefully be completed by the end of this calendar year. Her blog can be found at sarahkerseypoetry.wordpress.com. A list of her publication credits can be found there, as well as announcements and reviews of poetry collections she has read. Sarah tweets @sk__poet.