An oceanic texture
topped with black oil.
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Your bright blue freedom
crushed to ash by the night sky,
the nauseating moonlight.
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The open road ahead
disrupted by a blockade.
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Medusa’s hair through the streets,
the same slithering, the same fear
I shook in position, shivering, the stone setting
around my flailing legs.
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Frozen moments,
reflections my eyes try to avoid.
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A history best ignored,
a future best avoided,
a present like a lump of coal
but not one that’s been earned.
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Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…
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It’s a well-known fact that Liza Dufresne was always the brains in the family. She was the one who always came up with the brilliant schemes the Dufresne kids carried out when they were younger. Like when they tricked Mrs. Claybourn into paying for a trip to Disney World. Liza convinced her that their parents had been kidnapped and were being held for ransom for the total price of three tickets. In reality, they were away on a weekend getaway for their anniversary. When they returned, Liza told the Claybourns that they did not like to talk about the ordeal. Their parents never found out how they got the money. Mrs. Claybourn never found out that the Dufresne parents were never really in any danger.
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