Destine Carrington is a queer, black woman living in North Carolina because she enjoys challenges. Other things she enjoys include but are not limited to: burgers, brownies, and Batman. Her work has also appeared in Serendipity Literary Magazine, Jokes Review, Drunk Monkeys Literary Magazine, and Five2One Literary Magazine’s thesideshow.
After Jack
With his bound head, Jack went to bed
but Jill lay by the hill.
They found her that morn
her skin adorned
with frost so cold and clean.
They say by the well
there still lays the pail
that held her wails
and screams.
Bumblebee
Pain.
A liquid pain filled her chest, and as it buzzed up her throat, it brought along a burning sensation that coated her entire mouth like molasses.
There was a weight at the center of her stomach—it fluttered, tumbled
flight of the bumblebee, all around.
The weight gripping the base of her spine
The bumblebee’s flight picks up tempo
She falls to her knees
Was she even standing?
She fell
and fell
and fell
Outside. Alone.