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 Jul 2018 Valerie Zewald
ANH
I can’t catch my breath
as throat swells after smoke
you exhaled behind you;
you didn’t look back as euphoria hit.
I can’t catch my breath
as salty tears dilute my blood
and erythrocytes shrivel
leaving gas stranded in my lungs
after each grudging, shaky breath -
I can’t catch it,
it begs for freedom in endless sky
over the suffocating pressure inside my chest;
I can’t catch my breath,
I can’t catch my breath.
 Jul 2018 Valerie Zewald
tarma-de
The artist itself is the only one
who knows the true meaning
behind his work. We’re free
to speculate but can never be
certain, yet judge.

If the world is a piece of art, then
that would be simultaneously coherent
and messed up.

Everything’s a theory:
its maker, if he’s really out there
in the open, if i’m just seeing things
in a wrong perspective,

or if all of this is even worth
thinking about.
ignorance.
 Jul 2018 Valerie Zewald
Aaina
Free
 Jul 2018 Valerie Zewald
Aaina
She has her fire beneath
she sets herself free
she gets her flames lit
every time she open her wings
the terra is a nowhere to her
while she wanders to the space
she dreams of the stars every night
and gives away the falls to ignite
she laughs loud with all of her flaws
she has her scars adorned.
How is it when in the dark of the night
in the silence that it holds
it the stillness of the air
that I can see the clearest
can breathe the easiest
can think the loudest
How I, who used to have two nightlights in my room,
can be so fond of the darkness and the quiet
that used to strap me into bed like a teacher's glare
 Jul 2018 Valerie Zewald
Bee
she had always said
her favorite color was yellow
for the girl with buttery skin and crystal eyes
it seemed rather fitting
yellow was the color of sunshine
and the color of her hair
after it had been bleached by summer
it was the color of the bumblebees
that drank from her favorite flowers
flowers that now
line her grave

she told you
her favorite color was yellow
because she knew you needed someone
radiant with light
to ease the depth
of your own darkness
so she said
when autumn arrived
you could watch the ground
become littered with yellow leaves
together

when you asked what color
lie beneath her skin
she told you it was yellow
she made herself believe
her body was freckled from stardust
and not from the amber glow
of cigarette burns
she still said
her favorite color was yellow
so she could continue being the light
in your colorless world

soon enough
your favorite color was yellow too
but not for the same reasons
she fell in love with it
you only saw yellow vaguely
in the form of teeth
stained from tobacco and too much coffee
smiling grimly through cracked lips
dripping poisoned honey
you guilded the word ¨love¨
with muted ochre lies

and now
she no longer feels the warmth
that once emanated
from her favorite color
she no longer tastes
the sweetness of butterscotch
and papaya on your lips
for you left her with nothing but
the sour residue of lemons and bile
as your gentle breath
extinguished her golden flames
and reduced her heart to ash

and now
she realizes that bumblebees
can also administer a piercing sting
and as she watches the sunset
with its amber hues
she no longer sees
the color yellow


x.
I whimper
No tear was shed
I'm not that scared
Nor am I dead
I will not run
Nor shall I hide
I'm standing tall
Not out of pride
Call me your toy
Break me till down
I'm not that weak
I'm lucid, sound
With all this light
And shaded seas
I feel a battle within me
Screaming I shan't
Nor will I grin
I know the end
I know I'll win
I hold a hand
Not one, but three
I'm carried up
No shade on me.

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IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS GO THROUGH THE 1-4 ! THIS IS A 5 SET STORY THAT IS BASED ON ALL OF REALITY AND IS NOT TO BE TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT! PLEASE READ ALL 5 AND NOT JUST ONE! IN ORDER 1-5 NOT 5-1 OR ANYTHING ELSE OF ORDER!!
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