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Let Me Tell You Again


Two pantoums that explore the ever growing tension in our lives.


March 12th, 2019 | Creative Writing


Abort

To My Unknown

By Anonymous


It will only take a few minutes they told me

Hot heavy tears stream down my face

Cold clammy hands, My mother's embrace

Cold speculum, rubber gloves, inserted - deployed


Hot heavy tears stream down my face

They said your eyes hadn't formed yet

Cold speculum, rubber gloves, inserted - deployed

A spoonful of Fentanyl to ease the pain


They said your eyes hadn't formed yet

Suction, suspense, a yellow figure up the tube

A spoonful of Fentanyl, to ease the pain

The monitor jumps, fade in and out


Suction, suspense, a yellow figure up the tube

Breathe they tell me, yelling my name

The monitor jumps, fade in and out

You were gone, a vat of medical waste


Breathe they tell me, yelling my name

Cold clammy hands, My mother's embrace.

You were gone, a vat of medical waste

it would only take a few minutes, they told me.


Dull Situations

By Gabriela Vasquez-Rondon


The morning smell of tired yawns and teary eyes

From all of those who arose with the light

Mask the lingering musk of a girl’s cries

That surfaced up, half past midnight


From all of those who arose with the light

Not many witnessed the girl’s encounter with perdition

That surfaced up, half past midnight

And brought upon her demolition.


Not many witnessed the girl’s encounter with perdition

The ones who did chose oblivion

And brought upon her demolition.

Some watched her morph into delirium


The ones who did chose oblivion

Instead of offering comfort

Some watched her morph into delirium

And expressed nothing but numb slumber





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