Internal War
Rachel Boring
Meet me on the battlefield,
‘Mongst former rows of rye
Where bullets fly through the air
While I slowly die.
Break away from the platoon
Bear your burden proud!
Untitled
Emma Highland
There's that familiar feeling of
Drowning again. That feeling
In the lungs, in the limbs,
Of full physical and vocal exertion
While the space around becomes
Less; heavier, tighter.
It knifes it's silken fingers
Behind my eyes, sweeps its way
Down my rigid arms. My lungs
Hit the floor like boulders.
Duck for cover now Then my mind begins to implode.
It pulls, kicks, writhes,
Screeches- continues to constrict.
There's that sound
Of pressured air being forced
Through the tiniest sliver;
It swallows my ears
And steals my throat.
We survived another war I cannot move.
Think not of the noise around,
The cannons firing loud.
Dodge the fast falling dangers
We will again, I vow!
To the Top I Go 2.24.17
Reach for the stars…
Is that all they can tell me?
What are we really reaching for?
What’s really in the stars?
Where is the magic and wonder
I thought it would be so much greater.
I thought… I thought
I thought I could make it without a fall.
I ran to find it, but stumbled along the way.
Finally I climbed the ladder and made it to the
top.
But then it finally hit me it wasn’t the greatest at
all.
That’s when I slid back down to where I started.
Only to remember I was only a kid after all. you knew how to
make me feel like a woman,
building me up
but also tearing me
down -
i went,
leaving a trail of kisses
in my wake as you
moaned and hissed
pushing further and
deeper...
into my mouth
the words that have been
caught in my throat,
the words that have yet to
come
Jericho Konzel
Anonymous