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C.N.P Poetry 

uncontrollable weapons of pointed destruction

Writer: Cathexis Northwest Press
Cathexis Northwest Press
Jan 1
2 min read

By: Kelly Lynn


(how it feels to have memory loss)



a steel wire shivers / shakes / quakes

with each little ache

- beat -

my heart dares to make / to break apart


dices my insides / every time

someone unties a memory in

their

mind, ready to ride down the lane

while I sit - behind -

roadside


encases / won’t let it start

- skips - / loses its grip / - trips -

sputters out across the floor beneath my feet

heels click


caustic citrus drips down

my throat to promote silence

as friends and family sit smiling at me

asking me / reminding me

that I’m worthless / lost all purpose

left wordless / deserted them to the furthest corner

now a foreigner


rough cords of woven rope

hinders the words I

try to grope / to cope - mope -

walking a tightrope between

looking like I know

acting like I follow

what they say, said

without showing the dread under the

social microscope


lay on my neck out of fear of spears

and the smear between loose lips that

recite scripts / explain to everyone

that I’m a bad guy with my head in the sky

they’re dissatisfied / think I’m there to

deceive - lie -


rubber bands to hold me back

tied with no slack / smacked with a lack

of flashbacks and

making sure I know they won’t let go

won’t forgive me / fed ammo

see I’m an absentee who gives zero shits

about anybody


the serrated blade has strayed

to wreck any plans I’ve made

paths I’ve laid / walls - blockades -

against the grenade of inevitable realization

I’ve strayed


won its crusade against my trachea - slices -

release the mania stirred up by restless

bitter souls who know how shit I am

can’t see the pit that splits / entrenched

demands I admit I didn’t commit

didn’t care to learn

a single tidbit


scorpions skitter up my nose

I know I’ve got to show

that I’ve tried


leave their venom as a lesson

- blessing -

remind me to listen rather than seek

attention / validation

- aggression -

as if I wanted to carry this weapon

I can’t control

and the momentum

took its toll




Kelly Lynn (she/her) is a queer author from east-central Indiana, where she lives with her two polar opposite pooches, Mia and Maisie, as well as her horse, lovingly called PonyBoy. She has been published in Gaby&Min, In Parentheses, Anodyne, and more. In her free time, Kelly pretends to write her debut novel but mostly watches YouTube or plays FFXIV. To read more, visit kellylikestowrite.com

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