Kay Husnick

Joined December 2017

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Silence
Still, solitary moments, the kind with ringing in your ears, those linger. Especially these days, no single distraction
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
As Things Shift
Give me nothing but your voice for one hour at a time, maybe two, maybe three, sometimes four once a week late at night when you can't hold it in anymore.
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
If I Could Give You Anything
If I could wish for anything, you could read my mind for a moment see how I see you, feel how I feel, understand what I have been saying,
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
I Ask You Why
I ask you why you love me not out of insecurity, but to understand what you see when you look at me the thoughts in your head
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
The Reaper
The reaper creeps his way through sleepy streets and swarming cities, collecting souls plucked from his list without prejudice.
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
In Memory of MK. Content Warning.
Years have passed since our falling out, but the news hits me and the world goes silent. Suddenly, you are no longer out there
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
Overextended
I am always overextending myself to be helpful, taking on extra shifts and late-night calls, piling on others' troubles while mine simmer below, offering up snippets of my free time to the peanut gallery in between. I read once about the importance of a self, but I cannot remember the last time I saw my own looking back at me in bus stop and computer screen reflections. The girl in the mirror is tired, always so very tired, from this vicious cycle of pain and reinvention and lost identity and the rebirth of her image from events that proved fatal, still eating away at her reincarnation.
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
August
Time keeps going without us, but we see it on our own. Your birthday comes and goes, our would-have-been anniversary right along with it.
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
Letting Go
I filled out a postcard for you, but when I finished, I placed it back on the fridge. I filled out a postcard for you, addressed it and everything. Took it off the fridge, signed it with "love always," left it in the living room for a week, and threw it away in the end.
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
This Dance We Do
Is there an end in sight? This dance we do together I step back, you step forward, I step to you. I'm letting you lead,
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
Carpe Diem
If I do not see tomorrow, that's okay I have lived and loved and laughed my way through years of struggle and change in depression gray.
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
Understanding
My words come out in perfect English careful, precise, intentional, but you hear gargling, mumbles, ancient Greek, anything but the words I mean,
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets