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Evelyn Culwch Mar 2016
The silver doe stays just in sight
                                    just out of reach

She moves gracefully
as you stumble after
always thinking this time
                              this time
                              this time
you will grab the white tail

that you can reach out and
                                                         touch.

But just as you make it
she bounds away
and you are bound by a tether
of plastic and chrome
blue forest     blending into
blue walls      blending into
blue ceiling   blending into
blue

Maybe next time.
I really hope the formatting stays in place. Fingers crossed.
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
I was hospitalized
due to beatings and bruises and ****** black eyes
I told my mom that I fell
and I told my sister, my father, and the doctor as well
I don't think they believed me
but the last thing they would guess is that it all came from him, see
so when I finally came home
they threw me a recovery, surprise party show
and they invited him, oblivious
did they not see him as michevious?
I spent the whole night being forced to hug, kiss, and love
my abuser who called me his drug
and the next morning I landed myself back in the hospital
and I told my mother, my sister, my father, and the doctor I fell -
not to be a downer, but I think I'd rather this hell
Mollie Grant Feb 2016
I am standing in the waiting room
of the Coronary Care Unit
and I am counting because numbers
are the only things feeling real to me today.
Ten steps from the door. Nine hours into the day.
Eight times I have already said ******* under my breath.
Room number seven. Six ways that a heart can step out of rhythm.
Five people in a family that might soon be reduced to four.
Three cardiologists that cannot tell me what the hell has happened.
Rumor has it that two of those six arrhythmias are fatal. You have had one.
One door separating me from one person
laying in one room with one ventricle
that does not, will not, and cannot
pump.

We all carry someone inside of us—
someone that climbs up our spine and sleeps
on a hammock stretched across our rib cage.
Carry me and day after day
I will be your second heart,
beating outside of your chest,
reminding you of all the reasons you have
to cut yours out.
Maple Mathers Feb 2016
Woke up in anger
Could not fathom why
The earth spun around me,
Why didn’t I die?

A stomach of *****
And a bottle of pills
Entwined with a death wish
Why wasn’t I killed?

I’m still in this bed
My face is the same
The primary difference
Is inside, I’ve changed

My stomach is fried
My headache, fair game
I shake and I cry
The whole world, deranged

From under these covers
My conscience is drowned
My thoughts turn around
Fatality bound

How do I get out?
How do I escape?
I’ll try it again,
For THIS is my sake.

Bottle after bottle
Relinquished the room
Discovered, and empty
Death, my perfume

Day after day
In this house of regrets
My mind and I fester
Alone and a mess

Blood on the walls
And dirt on the floor
Uncensored and raw
My heart on the door

If THIS is demise
And THIS is defeat
I’ve tumbled from lies
The truth came to meet

The parents all wonder
Just what they did wrong
The cause of my slumber;
So silent so long

Yet, everything differs
Although you can’t tell
I’m trying it sober
Unquenchable hell.
It’s nothing but a party in my head today with all these dead, nonexistent people rattling around. . .
Enter at your own risk. ;)

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
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