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Month: February 2018 (Page 2 of 3)

Poetry by February Grace

Mixed State

Uncross my wires
there’s no one at the
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

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
like this



Limbs stiff, joints frozen
made of concrete lined with lead
broken dolls can’t dance


(“Broken” first appeared here.)Read more “Poetry by February Grace”

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