Monday, September 30, 2013

above route 3.




she is subservient
to the voices, but not
their effort to quell a voracious
taste for the truth

panic with its filthy fingers
climbs into her throat
the stale insides of her cage
coerce a plunge, and
she constructs the flight

pain is a living thing
it coddles terror in its blanket
without a heart, or wings


© 9.30.13 heather brager  

Thursday, September 12, 2013

...

“I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like & dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?” ― Sylvia Plath

Friday, September 6, 2013

the mindreader.




she barely unraveled the words
recollections of sunlight through linen
she tried to recapture blended features
considered drawing his lips in charcoal

she listened closely to voices on the wind
studied a vibrant blue butterfly under glass
she wanted to decipher an alternate reality
but never could understand the language

© 9.6.13 heather brager