I Write...

Georginia Brownell

I write,

To vent the pain
The betrayal
Ravening, tearing at
My soul.
To burn it in paper
Instead of my heart.
I write,
To keep the demons
At bay
Hounds on heels
Threatening madness.
I write…
To stay sane.
I write…
To forget.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Redesign Perfection

Bradley Jon DeLoatche

The ever black,
attached to a plain,
attached to a spine,
shouldn’t be laying in the snow.
Let the colors flow,
like spring rivers glazing stones.
These hospital sheets are much too clean.
Let’s spill red wine on the wedding dress,
please.


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