Blue Flower
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In my canoe of floral sheets
And comforters that explode in blue blossoms
I am eating away at the time of night for sleeping,
For being consumed in crackling dreams
That I will forget upon waking.
But I do sleep
And I do burn with the electricity of
Forsaken, hidden lives I will never
be allowed to cling to.

And when I wake,
the sea of my bedroom blurs into focus.
The first thing my eyes meet is a spider
suspended from the bookshelf
just inches from my face.
It’s the color of my own skin,
so fragile it’s nearly see-through.
It just hangs, it floats and swings,
its legs loosely curled around its body.
Maybe it sleeps.
Maybe it dreams and forgets.

I pick up my notebook
and with a sharp thrust
I kill it anyway.

I drop back to my pillow
Buried under the weight of dreams
I’ll never know again.
I never wanted to be like the rest of the world.
I never wanted to kill the things
I was afraid of.



Photograph by Matthias Rhomberg

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Noelle Currie

I have been writing short fiction and poetry for ten years. I recently completed the second of two novels that are currently unpublished. I was the winner of The Book Doctor’s Pitchapalooza in 2013 and recipient of the Gold Medal in poetry in the Tunxis Academic and Art Challenge in 2009. I submit poetry and short fiction pieces to the creative writing website ImageCurve.com weekly. I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 2013 with a degree in vocal performance. My second love is singing opera.

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  1. mcsquared says:

    this is a haunting statement…

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