Submissions by raezura
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Suicide Wrapped in the Scent of White Florals
My skeletal hand forever reaches forth.
It holds fast to the railroad spike,
rescued from the tracks
where she threw herself in front of the screaming train
over and
over and
over again.
With a shaking fist raised to the sky,
I bring it down to first face hell
then against the wall,
iron against iron.
Reddened rust turns to bone meal,
fluttering snowflakes you will never again taste
with your outstretched tongue.
Seasons pass behind me,
the once bare walls now etched
with lines of parallel white headstones. ...
It holds fast to the railroad spike,
rescued from the tracks
where she threw herself in front of the screaming train
over and
over and
over again.
With a shaking fist raised to the sky,
I bring it down to first face hell
then against the wall,
iron against iron.
Reddened rust turns to bone meal,
fluttering snowflakes you will never again taste
with your outstretched tongue.
Seasons pass behind me,
the once bare walls now etched
with lines of parallel white headstones. ...
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Chronophobic
i.
time rolls on and I am paralyzed
indecision is two slabs of stone on top of my chest
breaking my sternum and pressing the air out of my lungs
ii.
i hold my eyes open
index fingers paired with shortened thumbs
pulling lids taunt
because if you blink you’ll miss it
and I cannot afford to miss anything
iii.
my deathbed calls out to me
regrets I haven’t even felt yet are sewn into its seams
The tick of a clock matches the pounding in my ears
iv.
the world is your oyster but I am
clamped tightly shut
buried in...
time rolls on and I am paralyzed
indecision is two slabs of stone on top of my chest
breaking my sternum and pressing the air out of my lungs
ii.
i hold my eyes open
index fingers paired with shortened thumbs
pulling lids taunt
because if you blink you’ll miss it
and I cannot afford to miss anything
iii.
my deathbed calls out to me
regrets I haven’t even felt yet are sewn into its seams
The tick of a clock matches the pounding in my ears
iv.
the world is your oyster but I am
clamped tightly shut
buried in...
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