the other side

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I had to hurry
the trees were curling inwards
threatening to cover the trail
I could barely keep ahead of the destruction

dark pines were dappled with amber light
the smell of smoke pervaded
I still wasn’t sure if this was even real

there was no slowing down
even around the sharp curve
my feet pressed to go faster, further

memories of other escapes assailed me
I could taste the terror
the metallic flavor of fear

I was making my way through the tumult
expecting the hills to fall down around me
but finding a path, though it grew smaller

darkness settled in
eventually comforting me
as it halted the flow of disturbing images

other senses took over
but somehow became skewed
to my own version of reality

was it what I hoped
or what I feared
or was it the truth

any questions I had I held in check
as I realized that though there had to be others
I was in fact alone in this

after traveling far
whether by time or distance, I’m still not sure
a glimmer arose in the horizon
and I knew I was on the other side

Inspiration Passed By

 

wracking, wrenching
gouging, gauging
thinking, thumbing
pulling, pouring
gnashing, gnoshing
testing, tossing
resting, rushing
cuddling, coddling
balking, bumbling
hallow, hollow
lunacy, larceny
idiot, inspired
possible, possessed

Screaming Scars

picking carefully each step through prickly needles
you’ve walked this path before
the fear now has a different taste
more coffee than rye
there are a few on the edge of the wood
offering platitudes
filling an empty space falsely
there are memories that may not be real
but imagined daydreams
to help make sense of the words
there are living scars
that scream with each step
but you can’t be still
you’ve uncovered this path for yourself
now keep going

Autumn Chill

 

will there ever be a day when he won’t be like a sliver under my skin
or will I always carry the painful burr
a reminder of the finer times
when fun was important
learning was exciting
every place was exotic
sleep was a luxury
the way he whispered my name felt like spring rain
the way he laughed felt like summer sun
I’m on the verge of autumn
and it hurts like a chill to the bone

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