Lucifer, Falling
For the 'Somewhere Between Here and There' Challenge
...feathered notes drawn out
of my back -
face-first in the midst of
free-fall,
I struggle against cold air.
Vaulted sky above
with clouds like padlocks
against protection...
another ... torn,
leaving a blood-trail on exit,
long,
slow,
violent with purpose,
the squelch of my skin and tissue
ripping...
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Abandoned
I am thrust through blue haze of nothing
- as I
drop -
my legs hover above,
my head below.
A tumbling force sends me
- somersaulting from space -
down
from the heavens.
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The stars cannot catch me
for I plummet
to the earthy grasp of the open grave.
All is silence.
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But something in the ground
reveals itself.
A crack in the soil
gapes...like an open wound.
Mighty.
Endless.
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1:49am
4/16/25 1:49am I want to breathe death in my larynx and feel loose change in the torn and raggedy pockets of my mother’s cardigan. The water is next to the bed. It’s not cold and never will be. So I guess what’s left is us; we will walk with crooked feet on a path carved by ancient societies. You will borrow my shoes. I will taste vengeance in my tea and convince myself it’s good for my liver. Coffee is fine too. Yes, that’s all. I will think about how I want to kiss you and, the clouds, they will rise to space, and leaves, they will glue their limbs back together. The sun has been out for weeks. This screw isn’t any looser than when I bought it. But I will wake up and I will be in the ship that splits in two and slide my sullen palms across its tundric pillow. I never took swimming lessons so whatever happens is meant to be. I’m sorry if that upsets you. I’m sorry I said that. Anyway, I want to lie nude in wildflowers with ants who build colonies and worms who can’t see. You have a problem with textures. You can’t help it. I could try to tell you things, like how I want my children to understand how little everything is and to not be afraid of the giant fingers that grab at sewing needles in their dreams. I could say it always scared me. It’s just not right. But listen, back to it: I want to indulge in passion and binge affection. Is it a sin if it helps? I will endure the things I am given and inculcate everyone around me to do the same. Do five laps around the block before you respond, whatever helps. I will tell you I want harmony to be palpable and wheels of recognition to be locked in an imperishable gear. Refill the pot if it’s empty. What I want has nothing to do with me. Diagonal tile is cold, you know, and my hair gets crunchy after too long out there. I want this lesson to end.
By Olivia Dodge3 days ago in Poets
Comments (8)
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
This is so good. Well done Annie and congratulations
I love this poem, especially the ending stanza. It really brings the fall of Lucifer to life. The fact that I love this particular statue doesn't hurt, either. Well done, and congratulations on winning the Challenge! (Side note: I also wrote a poem inspired by this particular statue recently, so I guess I find myself a little biased towards your poem, but I really like it!)
Woohoo Annie 🎉🎉Congrats on your win! Very well deserved!
Clouds like padlocks. I am so impressed with that line. Oh my. Squelch of the skin and tissue ripping. That line make me want to cover up in several layers. That's good because it means it's so vivid, it reaches through the screen. Falling from the sky to an open grave 🤯 my mind is blown. This is so sick. So sick it's too good to be true. Making me feel every line. Congratulations on your top win in the challenge 🤗❤️🎉🎉🎉👌🏾
Wow, cool verbal imagery. Well done!
This one's yours.
Whoaaaa, this was intense! Loved your take on the challenge!