Caitlyn Eckhardt
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Mass Shootings in America: The Way Forward is Spoken Within
Today, my heart dips into an ocean of sadness. There under the surface, waves crush my heart with an anger that feels finally helpless. Like a blue whale who, even with her great size unchallenged as it is by any other creature in the sea, sees its brethren struck down by spear, human trash, and orca pods; as each technique channeled through her blow hole fails to stop the suffering, and the spiral of chaos closes in, she surrenders, as do I, in disbelief to the fact that we are helpless. The frenzy of chaos, coming from all sides, is, we accept, too great for us to challenge alone.
By Caitlyn Eckhardt3 years ago in The Swamp
there is no i in blue
blue blew me to death in a spiraling-down through the moon. i, a haughty mortal, swooned at the peril within, incinerated between the black ash of my children whom i had not yet borne, but who stumbled with me through my hours as i dissolved the masks i painted in a perpetually pleasing rectitude. their patience with my ineptitude was like the grace of a pastel-turquoise sky, as i merged yellow and thick with the apocalypse storm.
By Caitlyn Eckhardt3 years ago in Poets