All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Chemical
Oh,
here she comes again
that bird who reprimands me
in the dark
tallons claw at my stomach
etching in the gospel according to mark;
She’s buried
underneath fall’s forgotten,
rotten leaves
huddled in their mass graves
of concrete
To everyone they are dead
—but they are not dead to me.
Cancer of the throat;
cells multiplied from the gloat
and now she cannot sing
but sits and stares, stares, stares
through a torn bastard wing
where the hell do you come from?
I do not pity you,
I didn’t ask for your wedding ring
or is this all deja-vu?
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.