By Grá Saol The Crackling is instilled in effect. Only quieting at full throttle, When all apprehensive attitudes are made null and void. The Glass refracts glimpses of an Organic green. Slowly cut off by the ever moving Mechanism I’m confined to. I am not alone on this journey. In front of me lie 50 or so people, All are waiting to depart the vessel. None intrigued by the other's journey. The river sparkles brown and blue. I’d have rather been left off there, But that

By BV Lawson You watch the bird fly overhead and think it had a name once. It soars so beautifully and comes down to land in front of that woman right over there. You wish you knew who she was. You think she had a name once. The sun-colored flowers blow back and forth in the wind, and you reach down to touch one. Smooth, soft, fragile. Did you grow them once? This garden seems so strange yet so familiar, and the house, the sun-colored house, you think you know it. Y

By Corridors of sleep Black flowers Grow wild From inside the Decaying memory Just another gift That you gave me I am the anomaly The pointless apology The heartfelt liturgy After the tragedy The softest kiss Just Before surgery Before the angels in white Come to take me And Put their hands Deep inside me Milena If I don’t wake up You will know exactly Where to find me #DarkPoetsClub