Epiphany

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When I woke in the night,
saw the stars suffocating
in heavy blackness, I prayed
again my wordless, dry-heave
of a prayer for him to live
but there was no echo, no
bottom to the well where
my coin would land and
sound back up hope.
There was no God,
only this bottom of a well
and the fathomless
space up above, crushing,
smothering me.



Ginger Hanchey is a lecturer in the English department at Baylor University, where she specialises in Old English poetics. She is currently at work on her first poetry collection and has poems published or forthcoming in ‘Rust+Moth,’ ‘San Pedro River Review,’ ‘Rock & Sling,’ ‘Snapdragon,’ and ‘Waterways.’

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