Audrey T. Carroll

When he suggests she take the hypothetical rocket ship to Mars she declines, the idea of ripping her feet from terra sanctus shivering down her spiritual nexus, her body rejecting the notion that its smallest pieces might never meet their fates of finding their home with The Mother. He says Listen: If you are the first whose spark meets the universe while your feet take dust baths on red terrain, would you not become Mother of that barren sphere, the one to whom the daughters yet to come will pray with handfuls of seeds and ash rings around their wrists? And so she imagines her spark as a planet’s core, pulsing like a moon in the heart, reaching out like roots creaking their way through crimson chalk-dirt but never quite reaching surface at any one of the circles of salt that embraces generations of girls with the comforts of her protection.

Audrey T. Carroll is a Queens, NYC native whose obsessions include kittens, coffee, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and the Rooster Teeth community. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Fiction International, The Fem, Feminine Inquiry, the A3 Review, and others. Her poetry collection, Queen of Pentacles, is available from Choose the Sword Press. She can be found at and @AudreyTCarroll on Twitter.
Photo by Ana Prundaro