The Shadow
It’s
there. It’s always there. That need, that loss, that yearn for
something, anything, everything, to help, to ease the pain, to snuff out the
suffering, to leave me perfect, jejune, untouchable, safe, from everything,
anything, anyone, like a porcelain doll an artist found captivating, so he kept
it in a curio cabinet, filled with all the other tchotchkes, waiting, for
someone to look at them, perhaps to even be handled, gently, softly, cooing
with every movement, every shift of a digit to balance my weight subtly,
perfectly, even beautifully. The stagnant stasis of perfection, soothing me,
smoothing me of any error, wrinkle, dimple, just long enough so that I can
receive love.
Hell
thrives in words, doesn’t it?
Nicole
Bird
Nicole's career began with a degree in Creative Writing. Her focus then shifted to garnering degrees in Film Production and Screenwriting. Afterwards, Nicole worked in film, while writing and producing her own short films. Now, Nicole works as a Creative Writing professor and is currently at work on a collection of poetry, as well as honing her gluten free baking skills developed during the 2020 quarantine.
i have asked in the past for more prose poems. they are my thing. this one is fantastic with a semi-bleak outlook full of poetry and grace. Grace is not the absence of bleakness just means you have the class to handle it.
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