Bite my flesh with razor steel,
I'll fight it only if I must.
And if its stench is of mold and blood,
I'll assist in scraping away the rust.
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Rip my heart to shreds of mud,
Life will only lighten.
If my mind would cease to think,
I would have no war to fight in.
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Death relieves the responsibility of life,
in heart or mind or sight.
Icey smiles cause a wisp of conscience
to flutter astray in fright.
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Life's resources boast too many price tags,
Don't know if the profit pays.
I pray for my conscience to grow lighter
so it can smoothly lead me in my ways.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick6 days ago in Fiction
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Deep consciousness were there. Almost every poem of you was like that. Nice, Rachel.