From The AforementionedMagazine, Heres A Link To My Favorites So Far:

From The Aforementioned Magazine, Here’s A Link To My Favorites So Far:

Jairo Dealba, Four Poems https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/jairo-dealba/ Hector,  “chartreuse” https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/hector/ Jennifer Wiraatmaja, “strangers on the same bed“ https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/jennifer-wiraatmaja/ Rioko Beagle, “suffocation” https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/rioko-beagle/ Roheen, “ symphony of silence” https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/roheen/ William Burrell, Two (Short) Poems (Must I say, I love the pictures) https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/william-burrell/ Gabrielle Rose Place, “On Identity and On Girlhood: A Thesis“ https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/gabrielle-rose-place/

Prince, “I Met An Abandoned God” https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/prince/

Prompt: Darkness As A Comfort

Darkness as a comfort Darkness as a guise

A comfortable cloak of mine The Dark is Simple, kind

The light hurts my eyes The city is loud

Much too loud Bleeding into me

Give me the Darkness, Preferred and Caring

Like a mother with her arms Wrapped around and around

I retreat into her Sickened and dizzy from the sun

She welcomes, She is preferred

Events

Celebration will be welcome See Salvation

Small honor in recovery

Decide This is the last call

Decide The final stand

Remember home

I think most are better

Better at every type of art

Photos, poems, writing

I sing quietly,

I dance uninspired,

All I can feel is that weight

That presses against my heart

Heavier and heavier

I never can describe the numbness

The sinking in my chest

Like a stone into the ocean

Im meant to explore and understand

I am no pilgrim

I write, afraid

Afraid of my betters

I sink into the sand

Of the sea floor

I wait until I get up again

To renew the cycle of

Wake, walk, return.

Sick

I feel sick Sick as I’ve ever been

A sickness that is both In the bottom of my stomach

Under my ribs Stuck in my throat

Like butterflies Crawling out of my abyss

Tickling my teeth Crushed into nothing

My head hurts I swallow acid

Venom and sweetness A snake in the grass

I throw up caterpillars Stories waiting to happen

Discover me Unearth me

Free me from the sickness Bring me into health

10/13/20 - Awake at 12AM

Ballroom dancing with a skeleton 

A girl with no face 

A pressure under my ribs 

A pain above my left hip 

Jerked out of it