wednesday songs

I can hear the city bellowing outside

and Wednesday is groaning out

a lingering goodbye

I am watching your breath rise,

grateful for the air in your lungs

they sing the sun to me

they sing

and there is no longing here

not now, in this calm

there is only the bliss

etched on your skin;

permeating my own

and the sinking feeling disappearing somewhere within

I pour my hopes into a

thought

I let it sit

and learn time does stop

after all

– sheila c.

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flame

I dreamt that the gods picked me out of bed

and shook me violently

they had grown tired of my struggle

and breathed bravery into my lungs

i was not born ready for this

but something has changed

it was desire that made me weak

so I will take those parts you claimed

and build a new fire

a new flame to consume the old

and burn the blame

– Sheila C.

 

 

black holesĀ 

“A black hole is a place in space where gravity pulls so much that even light can not get out. The gravity is so strong because matter has been squeezed into a tiny space. This can happen when a star is dying.

Because no light can get out, people can’t see black holes. They are invisible.” 

this is NASA’s official explanation of a black hole. 

silence is much like a black hole. 

in a small space inside ourselves is a quiet, pulling in everything we know.

eventually this quiet collapses and leaves us nothing, 

not even the memory of a hole. 

personally, I like to think of myself as fleshy Tupperware. 

sealing in freshness. 

hoping for rebirth. 

i am leftovers 

but I am left over. 

this is the kindness of repression. 

a sort of light that has found its way out of a black hole. 

– sc