Galaxy Rest
1. I slink deep, slide into the inky black sky, slipping into velvet black and thick, where no one knows my name; no one demands anything from me. Will I ever come back? 2. There are no needles, no pokes, no tests and endless pain. I’m floating in a galaxy of stars, light as a cloud, swimming through the ether, just drifting in the blank, black abyss. Do I even want to? 3. Pin pricks of light and stars swirl around my body and I am free. This is where I can truly rest. My escape into the firmament keeps me sane. The night floats behind my eyes, full of shining constellations. Is this the other side? 4. Stars burst, flame bright, and then flicker away. Others take their place and the cycle continues. Yet I remain, drifting softly. Do I have more time? 5. Daylight and the nurses come, my sanctuary shatters, and I grasp at the darkness as it slips through my fingers and the unwelcoming light of the sun burns my eyes. Daylight breaks, and my galaxy is gone. Was it always inside me? Or do I belong amongst the stars? Radium Girls Tick, Tick, Tick Make those watches, double quick! Point your brushes with a lick. Of course, it’s safe for use, Would a company like us lie? Tick, Tick, Tick, Now the paint is getting thick, and our hands and our eyes are getting dry. Tick, Tick, Tick, Now our jaws, they make a click. But our dresses sparkle in the dance-halls every night. Tick, Tick, Tick Our bones have begun to split, Glowing ghost of girls, Walking dead, yet still alive. Tick, Tick, Tick, Your wallets getting thick, While the girls are getting sick And the time flies by as we die. Wolfpack Contributor: Kelly Marie McDonough Bio from 2020: Kelly Marie McDonough is a two-time cancer survivor, avid reader, and makeup enthusiast. She is working on building her poetry portfolio and is influenced by Poe and Anne Sexton. Murder, madness, and literary references are her passion. She is a writer and part-time student at Southern New Hampshire University and works customer service for a call center. She lives in Illinois with her supportive husband and their four mischievous cats. Her poetry will be published in the upcoming winter issues of The Bitchin' Kitsch and Poetically Mag.
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