It was nothing, just an accident of geography Everything was just fading away Things getting less and less Till there was nothing left But that’s not their fault It had nothing to do with them Everybody left there It was no great romantic thing It didn’t take any great amount of genius There wasn’t any pride in it I didn’t run away from it I just turned my back on it It couldn’t give me anything Leaving wasn’t hard at all I didn’t want to die there As I think about it now though It wouldn’t be such a bad place to go back and die in.
Fathom Felicia Gregg
The tremors will frighten her Will she salvage her sanity? Will she cope with the blur? She won’t shift the entity. Her mind will sink further. She will falter. Her world will sink to black. Her eyes will shutter.
She’s not coming back.
Sagebrush Review; Volume 6, Summer 2011
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Was it hard to breathe with your beloved far away, or far below bereft of air and dying for display?
Would you say a quiet prayer as his head sank down under a layer of ice?
Once his heartbeat lagged behind the ticking watch in your palm did yours quicken in despair?
When your death-defying magician was finally outrun by his foe, you continued to wait
for his great return to the world, the conceding gasp of air anticipating applause.
The flickering of a candle rekindled frozen hope pronouncing your fate.
*Published in Sagebrush Review: Volume 6; Summer 2011
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