Salvation Flying High

by Ayesha Gill, inspired by Raymond Krajcsi Morning Rays shine; despite pained Ayes. We arise half-lived. Sleep deprivation, a panicked sensation. Body aching and hypothermic shaking. Corporeality overtaking.  Dependence upon pills Prescribed is extraordinary, life-saving, and wise. T  r  a  n  s  m  u  t  a  t  e the street’s Heat; You’re never Beat. For a moment,Continue reading “Salvation Flying High”

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From Red to Blue and Back, Flashing…

Flashing Back to the past I ask I reply the answer is why did I try to end my life. Live allusion of death repressed oppressed. Did I try at fault or misfortune to cease to be body mind crying silently inside the guilt kills. Raynbow offers advice. I type, ‘Striving’ is Dying. I recall a sirens flashing ambulance oxygen mask tussionex emptied my flask grateful to Be FLASHING BACKContinue reading “From Red to Blue and Back, Flashing…”

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