Lizzie took sick in a bathtub
warmed by oil lamps,
her teenaged body submerged
in a four-pound dress,
those eyes forever open,
glassy and cold,
gazing up at an imagined nature
the year it began its defeat.
About the Author
Al Crow is a writer from Somerset who finds words can help eco-anxiety a little. Poems are currently available in Green Ink Poetry, Firewords, Epoch, and Vaine magazines.
This piece is a part of Issue One: Lost & Found. Read more here!