The Bluestone Review 2020

The Bluestone Review 2020

Poetry

Liquor and You By Taylyn Strange The burning sensation that touches your tongue; The fire that it lights treading down your throat. You turn to it to numb the pains of the day. One, two, three drinks…

You lose count quicker than you lost him. And you’re spewing words from the bottle that you don’t mean, or you do. You’re stumbling over your feelings and no one is there to catch you. The next morning when your head’s hurting, your heart will too. Because the liquor never heals; it only bandages you. The Ocean I let you hold me down; I let you drag me under. As I toss and turn in your waves, in your arms, I know that I can stop and get up for air But your darkness, so desirable, and your blue, so beautiful making me sink to the depths of you with no resistance. Letting you turn me into you, dark and blue And I know that there is light above the water; By Taylyn Strange You are the ocean.

I can see the sun shining for me. Begging me to feel its warmth, and to stand in its brightness. But for me to reach out to the sun

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