I look for the apocalypse in your eyes
find comfort in its presence. You are always prepared
for the end, always have an exit plan
the perfect argument for leaving it all.
I am an eager apostolate at your knee
learning the paths one must take to break free
from damnation, from love. My own eyes
are a roadmap of buried condemnations, I
always keep them closed when we kiss.
Author Bio:
Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Plainsongs, The Long Islander, and The Nashwaak Review. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), and Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing).
find comfort in its presence. You are always prepared
for the end, always have an exit plan
the perfect argument for leaving it all.
I am an eager apostolate at your knee
learning the paths one must take to break free
from damnation, from love. My own eyes
are a roadmap of buried condemnations, I
always keep them closed when we kiss.
Author Bio:
Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Plainsongs, The Long Islander, and The Nashwaak Review. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), and Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing).
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