Awake by Sarah Vikken
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Awake by Sarah Vikken
Sometimes it hurts to protect your peace.
Edited version of my poem, Minotaur
Feels Zine ( @feelszine ) is hosting a digital launch event on February 21st at 8pm! Their 19th issue, Shame, was published on January 31st, 2023. I’ll be reading my poem that’s included in this issue at the digital launch event. Hope to see you there!
Ghost
broken shards mirrored on the floor you catch your eye in the shattered pieces tears mingle with blood fingers trying desperately to glue things back together when will you see? the only thing broken is the mirror
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True story
Leviathan
with every drop i'm drowning each one weighing heavy on my heart heavier in my lungs and they drip ever faster building the deep birthing the dark the way way down the blackness where it sleeps the leviathan is waking to the drip drip drop of my tears into oceans of sorrow it circles it cycles it breathes where i cannot wreckages dot the seascape with ominous names 'Prozac' 'Zoloft' 'Celexa' every one just another vessel unsinkable but the unthinkable crawls up through the depths and i can't fathom another wet breath without the terror of the d e e p
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Hi friends! I’m being published! If you’d like to check out the zine that’s publishing my poem, “Here”, you can find the link here. I’ll be be in volume 1 of BONEMILK! If you’d like to pick up a digital copy as opposed to physical, follow this link. For all your poetry needs, check out @gutslutpress
Phantoms
The weight of past phantoms Compresses my chest I lay in the dark With my fears My regrets The promises broken Lies I was told My self worth was shattered And the road back was long
Through the Wood
Your fingers trace patterns on my skin A gesture that used to soothe now induces panic Your voice, soft in my ear, causes my heart to race With fear and apprehension, instead of love
My eyes saw your perfect face My heart found yours and the darkness it held And you knocked the air from my lungs With the weight of your cruelty
Now I dream of you, nightmares that draw tears And long for the days before I met you Before you ripped away a piece of my body And replaced it with terror and regret
Before you, There was love After you, There is nothing
7/11
lust is not love and wanting me is not a compliment I want to be cherished but all you offer is desire a poor substitute for affection it's not intimacy if all I am is convenient I am not a 7/11