Freedom-In-Words

and out  in the world we    push our outsides, keep  things beneath well-hid       but alone, all that is         within melts our skin-thin       chests and swells whole rooms drown  in the release, then    breathe deeply      reabsorb, and again our    peeling ribs rise —  give in, rescind

and now we’re       back to the baptistry       back to climbing our columns       back to standing on pedestals burdened by facts we carry our power-sources with us       everywhere, paranoid, gripping our   power with our phobia of absence and our skulls, our bleached white bones are       alight, and the fires keep burning fires keep burning fires keep us       (high) yearning for more learning to forget      and forgetting to learn

      and if you dig deeper into the pockets you’ll find only        pale, soft denim and maybe a leftover                        apology        worn thin with the pressures and creases of a moving body a quasi-balanced creature of mind that exists within seven dimensions at once— the first makes mistakes        the second cultivates                the third, fourth, and fifth regret                        the sixth is silent                                and the seventh never sleeps        and at the hems, you’ll find only splashed-up mud, blood, and kerosene crafted from the bottles of glitter and ink, and i

and while i knew it was a bad idea the fist curled around my phone yearned to hurl it through the window and leave me in the street among the broken glass        (scream at the houses as they loom) weave your prosecutions       your black suv suspicions              your middle-aged woman, the cowardice of convicted murderers       and even though        she voted with the        veneer of her teeth        and temples and perfectly squared nails —        does she really deserve this? wonder for a fracture what it would be like to feel safe in a four-wheeled killer

Sitting in this box Chained in by rocks Just like Sisyphus There’s got to be more to this When every mountain I climb tall That’s just how far I’ll have to fall I wish I could explore And begin to soar Where there is no up or down There’s just me and I am found On the outside looking in On my own sin It’s all relative With no reference to perspective It’s hard to feel guilty When it’s all arbitrary.

"Shadow Dance"written by: Sara Hervey (aka IzzyMarrie (https://www.deviantart.com/izzymarrie) , also 'The Major') Do NOT: copy, repost, edit, or claim as your own Shadow shadow on the wall, pierce me, dice me, not at all. Follows me like smoke in air, to capture, rapture, the world in sparing little numbers like conversation, like flames cast from heaven, precipitation. Shadow shadow on the wall, reflect then leave me volatile.

Walking down the street was the woman in the red dress. Everyone seemed to stop for the woman in the red dress. Tear stains were ignored on the woman in the red dress. Men began to talk to the woman in the red dress. “How are you?”  “What’s up?”  ”Beautiful red dress.” They didn’t see the feelings of the woman in the red dress. What a day had befallen the woman in the red dress. But all they had seen was the woman in the red dress. “Why won’t you talk?”  “Listen to me!”  “Slutty red dress.” The words turned harsher to the women in the red dress. If they