“Afterlife I don't believe in”
by Amber Kellogg
You're standing there,
got that look in your eyes.
Our game’s been played
and I've won in the end.
Tears fall from almond eyes
but I can't seem to find a care.
Blackened lips curse my name,
the bird around your throat
almost deader than my eyes.
I've become the Monster,
I'll drown in ruby waters
for the choices placed on paved roads.
Cursed for an after life I don't believe in.
The Vampire has sucked out
the last of my humanity.
Only the wolf remains.
She's howling at the moon,
her soul died black
and her heart iced over.
I'm standing at the edge.
Can you push me over?
Will you push me over?
Shadows like sharks.
I'm cursed.
Cursed.
Cursed.
I'm a Monster.
“'Afterlife' was written at a time that was not the best for me and I find that sitting down and writing, whether it be a poem or a story, always helps me figure things out that I wouldn't otherwise be able to do. This poem was actually written about a person who had said those things to me and this was my way of coping with them.”
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No poetry by faculty/staff members for today's posting.
