2015-05-27

Borderline |
by Chelsi Robichaud

Stitching holds my skin together;
A hysterical laugh threatens to burst
Through the seams, revealing the glowing,
Undulating light
That burns my blood.



The blaze threatens to explode,
Rending me.
How came it to be there?
It shakes me, twists me,
Vomits every syllable.
It erupts everything into
A blinding white vision.



Debris fills my lungs, my bowels, and my throat.
My body is overflowing with pollution.
How do I rid myself of this?
Am I doomed to fluctuate
Between bursting light, lucidity, and guilt?



Permit the blaze to bleed out;
Give it sanction as it drips
From your fingertips.
Turn your gaze inwards
To the sinew and scars
Carved onto your bones.



Let it be known
That you are a cenotaph
In need of filling. 



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The Poet: Chelsi Robichaud's work has appeared in The Perch magazine and is forthcoming in Mock Orange magazine, The Voices Project and Mythic Circle magazine.

The Artist: Chrystal writes. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggled, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other things she knows and loves. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing she’s taking pictures, or curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.

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