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Fall-out, Vol. 1

Fall-out, Vol. 1

I see a red door and I want it painted black.

- Stones

 

I'm knee deep in lava and it’s burning me

the thermals keep on rising -

my head is in the oven not

for my lack of trying

 

don't let the bad birds carry you away

don't pretend that things were better

 

before you let me

coo such syllables of hope and art

about reluctant ears -

before I let you

arrange your syntax about me

like a virgin - filled with mortal fear

 

I know you can hear me

with the headphones on

like padded rooms

the trees are also talking

they've been saying -

stop hiding in our woods

we haven't room

for your love affair

with each other's misery

such rantings in our quiet lea

about turning yourselves into stone

about painting the red doors black

 

to say this is over is ----- to blaspheme

about the depth charge you have gifted me

my arms so languid they

can't even punch back.

 

Elisabeth Horan is a stay at home mom in Vermont, caring for her two young boys, protecting the animals and writing her heart out. She has recently been featured at Anti-Heroin Chic, Swimming With Elephants and Red Dashboard Publications. More poetry is forthcoming at Quail Bell Magazine, Dying Dahlia Review and Vox Poetica. This poem is from a larger collection by Elisabeth and James Diaz, poetic cousins, heart and soul. Elisabeth is a 2018 MFA Candidate at Lindenwood and teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire. Follow her @ehoranpoet / https://www.facebook.com/ejhoran.poet/# / http://ejfhoran.weebly.com/
It's Raining When He Runs Outside -

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