Shhh, Sequoia, I'm Not Done Screaming
Remembering Him as Glass's Motion Pours in My Ear
By Amanda RubioPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Pink crystal shades me from
opaque white.
Invaded by warmth,
Metallic nourishes the veins,
Floods my senses.
Blossomed in rose
Mother, you are a thing of beauty.
Father –
Is that you in the shadows?
Did I put you there?
Swallow,
more, more, more.
A downpour burns my skin,
Catches in my throat,
Clutches my voice in its vice grip.
Smoke fills my nostrils
Ash stains the forest floor,
The cigarette buds burn our lungs.
I spot another,
She chirps and cries.
Without her this cage is empty,
Green –
Only for so long.
From his lips,
Red burns to black.
Nicotine has aged you,
Ash has cast you into our
hellish nighttime prayer.
The painful cries mingle
Within the circle of Sequoia.
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