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Q Aug 2024
Darkness fills my eyes,
As the stars disappear,
And the sinkhole becomes a black hole,
Until I’m left suspended.
In the nowhere,
In the somewhere.
Between chaos,
Between pain,
Part of the one?
No, I’m another.
Because I must be something other than this.

I think I must be a child of the stars.
A stolen kiss between the night and day.
Forbidden to exist.
That’s the only explanation that would explain
Why just the simple act of breathing,
Offends the gods.

It seems everyone is made of some scintillating light,
Twinkling and dancing,
As they hold each other,
As laughter and love seem to be their constant companions.

Why is it when I see those brilliant lights,
Shame and wonder tear through me?
No, I know why.
Because-
I was woven from the sorrow of abandonment.
More midnight than bright light
And made up of nothing more, than finite moments.
I am brought out by the darkness,
Only to be forgotten when day comes.
Is it selfish of me to ask
For you to hold me tighter?
For just a little longer?
Just long enough
For me to make a permanent memory
Of this fleeting moment.
Bea Rae Aug 2024
The floor is littered
With dishes as broken
As your promises
chewing the scar



it's something given

confused, please grant me this burr

guilt & I dance into your throat

your ghost losing me
together now
searching your left behinds


one strip of me
pale, finally open & quiet
walking away
tragedy
fold me into place

it's a free ticket

my petal falls off
tragedy
she lays with control
on your left


my axe falls

I'm changing lives


inside this final pocket
tragedy
Viktoriia Jul 2024
i see blood,
i see it everywhere now:
falling from the sky,
splattered on the ground.
i see blood of those
who don't have a home,
not because it's lost,
but because it's torn.
i see crimson tears,
i see scarlet streets.
they might sympathise,
they might speak of peace,
but if there's no justice,
then there is no god.
when i close my eyes
all i see is blood.
with me trapped inside

the apple thrown years ago
tragedy
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2024
The line in the sand

is at such incredible depth

but suddenly obtainable

through unspoken tragic demarcation

whatever the outcome

the 91st floor comes from underneath

they say today is happening

outside of me

and from a window

along the stress fracture

it's falling decidedly at your feet
my fingernails were always useless

i knew.

epiphora,
yet exclaim
ninety degrees be this way.

foot to floor, and it's gasoline

kahlo.

preserve me
voiced in war's water
film this cool slaughter.

earliest evidence for sonant

Eisenhower & Kennedy

paupers

new clot which my blood must recognize
Tragedy
Bea Rae Jun 2024
Fate has decided

To make us nothing more than

A distant memory
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