Borealis 2015-2016

Chronicles

Paralyzed slumber, undisturbed by cold bones raw, or warm thoughts burning. Complexion contorts on a mask of thin feathers, quick suffocation. Sleep is out to kill, feasting on vivid nightmares, and sobs croaked by dusk. I pluck out one new, a bed of blades, stone to match my own name engraved. The speck of a threat settled with parted eyelids. I haven’t bled out. Crimson conquers grey, lucid colors crowd my skull. Another victor. Repercussions show from inevitable stun, but elation glints. So nobody sees, but I’m alive and strong with self sufficiency.

Maddie Waters 10.22

Anonymous 10.10

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