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May 2014
dancing with discolored dust particles
we float around this empty house
light on my toes; hardwood whines from uneven lines
striking as much balance as i can
flashes won't surrender
these images intently weigh the moments down
flattened against the bitter boards
why can't i seem to synthesize
or cope with this acidic atmosphere
this house is falling to the earth
fingertips, losing oxygen
lifting up in echoes of sirens
a new era, a new birth
the yellow color --
we found what hurts
black and lace circling worry lines
collected upon my face
polluted pupils gazing in my direction
pairs at once with no escape
zephyr with strength;
assaulting the smile that once graced this face
we float around this empty place
i don't feel your presence
i don't feel anything, but lost
with absence of breath - comes a cost
passing the bill around, this weighted check
eyes dart
the floor or the ceiling
the healing process leaving us restless and broke
when i grabbed your cold leg
i was praying for jokes
i can't seem to synthesize or cope
with this acidic atmosphere
this house is falling to the earth
fingertips, losing oxygen
lifting up in echoes of sirens
a new era, a new birth
the yellow color--
we found what hurts.
This is the first poem about my mother's death, April 18th 2014. It was also the first thing I was able to write after the day I found her deceased. One of the worst cases of writers' block I've ever had. So many emotions, and no paper to escape onto...
This poem is very close to me because it was a great sense of relief and sanity. I felt a weight literally lift as I finished.
Writing is crazy.
Kyla Mae Pliskie
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Kyla Mae Pliskie  27/F/Wisconsin
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