Page 9 - 2019 Priory MUSE Magazine
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Lovely Distortion by Tara Kariat
The water flows over me, Filling my eyes,
But I hold them open still To watch the way
The world above me flickers,
Distorted and odd,
Through a window of ever shifting glass.
I hold my breath.
Forever (a moment),
Until my lungs burn.
(how backwards it is to burn under cool water) I break the surface, and nothing changes.
How strange to live when to live Means to die,
To be erased,
A stray mark
On a canvas painted over With layers and layers of Time.
How terribly odd
and distorted.
In time
My whitened bones will rest
With the roots of the heather,
Until they turn back to dust.
And in time,
The air will forget my name, Remember me only by the black stone Marking my empty grave,
A hollow doorway
Leading to nowhere.
But that is not now.
Now, I am alive,
And the wind pours past me, Pulling my hair away from my face So I can see once again
How the clouds darken
Above my head,
And I feel
so terribly, unbearably small.
The Forest by Charlie Gainey
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