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these bones whisper

these bones whisper

by linda m. crate

 

the moon sips

on my

spine,

and it doesn't hurt as i am ambushed

by a thousand lights

the only thing that ever hurt

about life

was all the dying;

once i drowned myself of who i was

to make everyone else happy

but i remember distinctly hating myself for it—

so now i strip away things from me

that are not who i am

so that my lifes can mean something

& so my deaths will not have

been in vain,

and so i can breathe a dawn

whose light doesn't hurt with the coldness

of lover scorned;

so i can remember my starlight and never

allow any to steal my voice again

for i am magic, i am power, i am divinity

a goddess of fury and might

valkyrie of the white light and keeper of golden moons

i refuse to perish to the nightmares of this world

nor will i let them keep me anymore

this world will drown in my love before i am gone,

and my bones will keep living long after.

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has five published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), and splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018).

we both didn't learn love

we both didn't learn love

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