I can feel it deep inside of me.
It swirls and swells
in the pit of my being,
tentatively pushing
against my viscera.
I can feel its briery feet
take shape
as they find a foothold in my sapwood.
I can feel its bony hands
take shape
as they slowly reach for my life’s cage.
It starts to rise,
this dark ancient creature,
forcing its crooked back
into … Continue reading the story "Heart Blood"Post Archives from the ‘Natalie Brent’ Category
Heart Blood
I can feel it deep inside of me.
It swirls and swells
in the pit of my being,
tentatively pushing
against my viscera.
I can feel its briery feet
take shape
as they find a foothold in my sapwood.
I can feel its bony hands
take shape
as they slowly reach for my life’s cage.
It starts to rise,
this dark ancient creature,
forcing its crooked back
into … Continue reading the story "Heart Blood"A Silly Thing
You are my love token, my muse,
my attempt at savoirfaire.
Yet I know I cannot quite have you.
My unknowing place knows.
That doesn't diminish
the buzz of my thought-cage though.
The bees of reason drone,
searching for a foolish flower
to turn into their thrall.
Their work is at times difficult,
and at times is not.
Sometimes the hum of rationality
infuses with my juices,
and … Continue reading the story "A Silly Thing"Natalie Brent
‘Is there any way out of the mind?’ a famous and possibly deranged
woman once asked. Miss Plath and I have very much in common, let alone
the above question. I escape ‘the’ mind by living vicariously through
my words. I experience my true self when I have pen in hand and I feel
an unspoken connection with the … Continue reading the story "Natalie Brent"