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Margaret.Sched

  • Articles, Poem

    Poem: Interlude

    I feel caught up in some hazy interlude

    that never ends

    Round and round it plays

    my whole body caught up in its

     

    slow

    moving

    delirium

     

    A room with no walls

     

    The tunnel is dark

    in the places in between

    there isn’t any light at the end

    Because there is no other side

     

    I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror

    And for a second, I do not recognize Her

    The split ends

    Pulse like frayed wires

     

    I

    can see

    everything

     

    The girls,

    morphing into women,

    who have carved me open

    and turned me inside out

     

    I realize

    I love them

    As they suck their fingers clean

     

    And I notice myself whispering

    Remember this

    Remember this

    Remember this

     

    The interlude starts again

    Pulling like sweet fever

    She is standing next to me

    As my reflection

     

    falls

    away

     

    Her bones settle into Her skin

    crackling when she breathes

    The body, wet and shiny

    Her eyes searching through the black

     

    Girl,

    It’s a modern innovation.

  • Banana Split
    Articles, Poem

    Poem: Banana Split

    I was catcalled for the first time today. Really catcalled. Not a few whistles from an open car window, or the flash…

  • Sonata
    Articles, Poem, Poems, Writing

    Sonata

    *Dedicated to my dearest friend, Dima on the occasion of her 16th birthday*   Tell me, do you dream of lullabies or…

  • Here is a Life GirlSpring
    Articles, Writing

    Here is a Life

    Here is a life, laid out in front of me like toy blocks. Wooden blocks, wooden letters, jumbled together into disarray. Though…

  • Clocks on a wall
    Articles, Poem, Poems, Writing

    Time Warp

    I spin these things like silver between my fingers. Pearly blue remembrance, sticky with past tribulations left uncovered. I want to stay…