the smellA Poem by Tinasha LaRayéinner conflict; outward consequences - abortion.How can I vote no When my body voted yes But how can I vote pro When my heart changed its quest
Traveled to infinity and beyond And stepped outside myself I let them suck - me - dry I am a victim of suicide
Sitting body bold I sliced memories before moments old Picked up the knife and cut the umbilical-cord-cold 3 weeks knowing And 3 days showing Purpose-driven life began to fold in around me Looking only at myself Thinking only of myself No one chucked, ducked, or tucked better So I chose who got my wealth
Time taking the front seat-seat belts fastened In for a ride with no u-turns in sight Flying 60 over and no police waving right nor wrong No sign posting wrong nor right Just me and this flight Fighting the temptation to
Break
Stop
And walk away
But never giving in Traveling infinity miles into a black hole Escaping nothing, not even my conscience The telltale heart Belly-thumping Barely running beyond Cause the heat is on my tale I find the closest dagger Extend then impale Womb imprisoned Blood made bail And the smell… Time ejects seat Car racing Heart pacing
And the smell
Wonder if I’ll make it to heaven?
Wall meets car Car meets crash Crash sends glass into my face Like a cool breeze on a yesterday morning Air bag released Takes my breath from me
Laying still & running wet Dangling by a strand of grace In the zone and on my own Just me and my afflictions Burden lifted Absent repentance Just me ripped From Me
Spirit gone wild I hold myself loosely Close my eyes and throw As far away from any memory I’ve ever known Suicidal abandonment Long walk home
Still walking And the smell slowly goes Blood voted yes I vote no
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StatsAuthorTinasha LaRayéOKAboutI am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..Writing
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