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first
i let myself weep
then slowly
my heart bleed words
dropping into these tattered pages
eventually
forming lines
and
making rhyming rhythms

©IGMS
Can't wake up this morning.
Can't face another day.
The night is more comforting.
The light; it burns. It's pain.

My will is gone or broken.
I'm too beat to even tell.
The words I haven't spoken
are dragging me to hell.

Retaliation or submission.
I lose in any case.
Can't fight in this condition.
Won't death come take me away?

I give up! I give up!
I'm bleeding out this love.
Tie a noose on the end of this rope.
Tie the other end high above.
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Mr E
Hello
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Mr E
I wave to you as I leave.
Oh what a terrible day,
for rain.
Thankfully theres a silver lining
that goodbyes always end,
with hellos.
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Tony villet
Feelings of anguish and despair
This vicious cycle has me ensnared
Butcher my heart to pieces
This confirming my thesis
That nobody will care
I'll cause no commotion
Not any emotion
Without a thought
Quickly forgot
Floating breathlessly in the ocean
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Kush
My Salvation did not stem from an angelic force
It didn’t even shine from God’s Paradise
Rather
Mine came from the Earth below
From flaming magma and frightening heat
From the crimson hand
That reached out to greet
No religion in particular
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
km
In My Head
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
km
You can't really be sure of something unless you do something about it.
Here i am dying, dying to know what you think of me.
So scared to make a move, scared of rejection.
I still don't know what to do,
sitting here as always,
thinking of you.
so confused and don't know what to do
If only your arms
Held me true again
Our lips and
bodies entwined~
If we could remember
language once shared.
Find our rhythm divine

Yet we have climbed
these ravaged cliffs
Heartbreak Chasm
between~
A fragile bridge
of diminished connect
Crossed only in my dreams

Older now
in this state of suspense
To watch our love fall away~
A tender time for both of us
This loss of each
Precious day


Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
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This is about the loss of a long term,
once intimate, emotionally
committed and "forever"  relationship.
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Akemi
Lacuna
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Akemi
No, that’s not how it goes.
Start again.
Do you remember the tree on the lake?
It was a forest.
No, it was black, like tar. It tasted like broken glass.
I remember the incense on the drapes.
Yes. It clung to our clothes.
You cried.
No, I smiled.
You cried smiling.
Yes.
I hate it when this happens.
What happens?
You know?
No.
Um. Sometimes it feels like the world is too crowded with words. Like it's too dense to speak.
That--
Like there’s something in the air that pushes against my throat.
There was a black dog, just then.
What?
Outside. It’s gone now. Sorry. Start again.
Do you remember the tree on the lake?
There was a raven.
Yes.
It was black like tar.
It caught a worm once.
Ravens don’t eat worms.
Yeah. It just sat there, with the worm in its beak. The worm squirmed, wrapping itself round the beak, over and over.
Is that why you were crying?
It wouldn’t stop. It kept going, digging its flesh deeper into the edges.
What was your father doing?
Smiling.
Why?
He’d filed for a divorce earlier.
Right. I wasn’t there.
No, you weren’t.
Do you regret locking the doors?
Sometimes I can taste the rain before it comes. It’s a skill I’ve had for as long as I can remember.
I’m lost. So your father was smiling?
No, he was crying.
Sorry. I swear I just--nevermind. Start again.
There was a storm in these parts when we were young. The worst storm in a hundred years.
I don’t remember.
You slept through it. I held your hand all night.
Why?
Because I was alone.
You still are.
Yes.
I hate it when this happens.
What happens?
You know?
Yes.
Where have you been?
Everywhere but here.
And where will you go?
Nowhere.
Sometimes when I look at you, it’s like looking through static. It’s like I’m looking at an impression of a person.
I get that a lot.
It’s like all my memories of you have blurred together. Vague feelings rise out of the haze. Feelings I recognise, yet cannot describe. I cannot connect them with who you are, what we were, or where we’ve been. It’s--
Like exiting a dream.
Yes. Exactly.
You feel a gap in your soul. One that has always been.
Always been. You held my hand, once.
During the worst storm in a hundred years.
When was that?
Every night.
2:34am, October 12th 2015

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