Eclipsing
Inspired by the eclipse acrostics I read.
Extra ways to heal myself by climbing up this hill.
Cutting out the toxic people that caused my tears.
Like all the bad seeds are gone from my anxious life.
I spent some time fixing my fuck-ups and boundaries.
Parisian adventures and Portuguese resorts are so healing.
Solo learning is making me learn what freedom means.
Ever wanted to say fuck off, so badly?
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Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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At the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
By Kevin Rolly4 days ago in Horror
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I like how the alliteration in some of the lines gives it flow, and it’s a strong message Chloe! “Like all the bad seeds are gone from my anxious life.” is a line I liked🤗
"Ever wanted to say fuck off, so badly?" YES! Very relatable. I loved this poem!
Wonderful acrostic poem!!! Very inspirational & loved it!!!💕❤️❤️
I have felt like this many times. I heart your feelings.
Best closing line to this challenge I've read so far... 👌 🖕🏾