The Bluestone Review 2020

The Bluestone Review 2020

Poetry

I remember autumn I remember us devouring all the important parts of each other: hearts, lungs, teeth I remember the taste of poison as you dug a spoon into the soft walls of my heart and scooped out all the things that made you happy Do you want to know what poison tastes like? it tastes like me it tastes like a scream in the night, it tastes like the sharp edge of a knife licked clean It tastes like burning, like oil, like grease, like the fading starlight of love (or what we thought was love) The table is set for two plates empty and waiting to be filled Love, come join me Every Night I Dream of You By Alysia Townsley stage 1 eyelids flicker like lightbulbs, the lights attract dreams like they do moths I spend an eternity waiting for you in the dark between this reality and the next close my eyes I am an insomniac but only

once i am asleep count the sheep count the shadows moving against the wall count the shallow breaths echoing against the dark doctor prescribed me medicine that would help me drift but I am afraid of substances that alter my reality and if my reality is this sleeplessness then so be it wakeful eye, twisted sheets sleep paralysis without the sleep if insomnia is the truth, then I believe

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