Mixed State
Uncross my wires
there’s no one at the
switchboard
your call can’t be completed
as dialed
try again
The fuses pop
breaker after breaker
I’m consumed by silence
and shadows
once they’re
tripped
Speak faster now
I cannot understand you
your world turns
much too cold
for this
fevered mind
Extremes may batter me
but there’s a hellscape in between
please don’t leave me here
alone
like this
mixed
Broken
Limbs stiff, joints frozen
made of concrete lined with lead
broken dolls can’t dance
(“Broken” first appeared here.)
February Grace has been writing since childhood, and has fulfilled her dreams of having poetry, prose, art work, and novels published. She has come “out of retirement” so to speak specifically to submit to Blanket Sea. She lives with Bipolar Disorder, OCD, PTSD, and more chronic illnesses than can fit on an 8X10 sheet of paper in a size 10 font. She enjoys interacting with readers on Wattpad, where her books have more than 2.7 million reads, combined. For more information you can find her on Twitter @FebruaryGrace or on her blog.
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