Silhouette in the Window – Zoe Huot-Link

Mar 20, 2022 | Fiction

Shortlisted for The Antonym February Poetry Contest

Artwork by Sumona Rahman Choudhury

Sinking in and out of shadow;
the silhouette in the window.
His eyes look like mine.

He tilts his head, breathing steady
to match my heartbeat.
I am helpless in the face of madness.

Smoke curls up from my lips, around
my slitted eyes, past my charcoaled tear ducts
into the sky. Out sifting, spreading thin, re-grouping.

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Zoe Mae Huot-Link was born and raised in Maplewood, Minnesota. She is a winner of the Manitou Creative Writing Fellowship of the Literary Arts Institute at the College of Saint Benedict. She studied ancient calligraphy and martial arts in China at Southwest University. To cope with constructs of beauty and power she journals, draws, and writes poetry. Her work has been published at For Women Who Roar, Writing for Peace, Wingless Dreamer and Awakenings. To find her work, visit her website (https://zoemae.art) or Instagram (@zoemae.art).

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