The Hangman
Without fear
Primordial oozing
Sipped through straws
Bony fingers
On clammy hands
The hangman says
It’s reckoning day
Calls boys and girls
To come and play…
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Posts by Christelle Petroz:
Great Expectations
I’ve spent too long
Memorizing the pauses in lovesongs
Looking for a man
To fill the gaps
With his presence.
A wicked emptiness
A life devoid of self
I found myself alone…
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Cold Prose
We claim
To know those
We had close
To overdose on
Cold prose
To wallow in
My poetry
A symphony of
Sympathy…
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God’s Song
I am the trees, and the wind that blows through them
I am the sky and the sun and the stars
I am the dirt and I am the Earth and the dew in the morning
I am the rain and the hail and the sleet
I am the frost and the ice and I am the shiver that crawls up your spine
And I am your goosebumps…
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Venomous Veins
Thought I escaped this poison, but it still calls my name
Venom in my veins
ever occupies my brain
Drives me insane,
I try escaping the pain
But memory prevails
and reason’s ship sails…
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