Call me what you will Never forget you made me to protect you from what kills Call me what you will a shield, a shroud, still no guarantee Call me what you will Never forget. You made me L. Stevens is an intj who loves learning about everything and filing it away for later. She…
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Sharing Our Truths: Self-Isolation – Jaya Avendel
I am hot and angry Lost somewhere between crying and screaming. I seek something to break To fling a jar hard and Watch its crystalline shine shatter With this exile as I Slowly dissolve into a pile of bones Cracked without hope. I thought myself strong and so I am as my will keeps me…
Sharing Our Truths: The truth – a.d.matthias
The truth is… Very little has changed day to day; they are still empty, the rooms are still empty, the soul is still empty; alone in a home, no bother for even light, save what pierces the tightly shuttered blinds, preoccupied in the darkness by a broken record, and the aged dust that collects on…
Sharing Our Truths: Many Moons – Amy Lee
Many moons I ached Many needles I took Many dreams I resist Many plans I refrain – for you Many walks I strolled Many looks I received Many curses I hear Many violence I fear – the colour my skin In a few moons you’ll arrive In a few years you’ll know In a few…
I Am More Than Breath and Bone: a.d.matthias
I am more than breath and bone… I am invisible, the interstitial; in the onslaught of existence, I am the space that bears dismissal; I am the ink in the blink, the prose never read, the praise never given, and the truth never bled I am muted, the bitten tongue, the trapped gasp of life…
The Black Naught: Episode One
-1- Birds/Bleeding Hearts I remember lying down between cool cotton sheets at dusk, when the black naught in the corner of our once shared bedroom would yawn awake. I was always sent to bed early the night before the big trip to Tawas, even though I was old. I’d ignore the sentinel thing—it and I…
Sister’s Silent Psychiatrist
Sister’s soundbox/ only re/peats/ phrases she has taught herself,/ as if/ there is nothing more than./ My mouth/ is a question mark that/ hers can’t diction/ary,/ but those amber orbs I love/ open a dimension,/ meant;/ and I try to/ si/lent/ psychiatrist. © 2019 Kindra M. Austin
Moon Cactus
I dreamt of you, again. It’s been years, but in my sleep I recalled every feature of your fine pale face, and the guttural tone of your voice. I could smell you; I held my breath against the scent of menthol ciggies and gin and tonic sticking to your saliva. I spent the night…
waltz-Gabriela M.
I waltz into an empty ballroom yesterday the ghost of Maja haunted Goya in the streets hungry demons haunted you effervescence, the molecules of those who’ll never be, a door gets slammed a key gets turned the breath of earth is choked initiation my hair gets caught deep in the coldness of the stars my…
Quotable Poe Week 4-Lynn White
Dreaming There was a time when I knew where to find you, knew the places and spaces you inhabited in my dreams, in my day and night dreams. You would be waiting there, waiting to be found, waiting to come to me revealing your secrets. Now it’s harder to discern you, to recognise your…
Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen 