MEETING ASURVIVOR |
When we first met I was a torrent. An ocean of waves, swirling thoughts pushing and pulling across my mind. |
flooding your embers of irradiated secrets, until I was stilled; quieted by the truth you held in your hands— a gift. |
HUSTLER By Mary-Celeste Schreuder
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POET’ SSTATEMENT |
By Mary-Celeste Schreuder |
And there you were with the past of a deepest nightmare hidden behind a barrier of walls, tucked into the dark.
But it was reckless to be there, you having just survived, still living in shadow and mea like a too bright light
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So that next time, I would be a pool where another could dip their toes, and somehow, someway, find something … resembling peace. |
Your girl was a box at first so open— she let you crawl in, a comfortable space.
Taking your place, eliciting chains: you trapped her from the inside out.
Striking her walls,“ love” you reassured as she weakened under resistance and time.
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Then one night, she finally succumbed, crushed to one dimension. You stood; walked away.
And in the morning, the wind dispersed her tattered pieces— fractured and forgotten.
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I am originally from Minnesota but now live and work in Oxford, England as an English language teacher. My poems have appeared in the National Gallery of Writing and The Broad River Review. Thank you so much for allowing me the opportunity to share my work.
Mary-Celeste Schreuder
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