I-float-until-I-am-hung / I-am-hanging-while-I-float-Introducing New Sudden Denouement Member Aakriti Kuntal

You will often find me hanging loosely

Like structures of dust, under the mattress,

above the mattress, on the shelf, the window,

the bookrack, in the things I touch, in the things

I mirror

 

Mother said ‘ You should have died sooner ‘

 

I wonder if I should have plucked my naval

into a bleeding pool and draped the umbilical cord around my paper

corset, a Sakura hangman’s knot

 

I rinse my throat every morning as I enter the mirror

in my threaded bluish gown, my face cut and placed,

Like seismic continents sewn by beaded colors

 

I take the toothpaste and rub it onto my teeth, lest anyone

detect the stench from a failing me,

run my face under water,

a few hundred times, hoping my skin would grow ameba feet

and hide inside the uterus of damp pipelines

 

Hoping then that all of me would follow

and I would be like a balloon gently massaging its belly

against lavender corns of air,

waistline glowing,

while a counter rested inside the crotch,

waiting to puncture all life

 

I watch the doctors arrive in their whitewashed suits and

surgical eyes, their occasional smiles disturbing

the atmosphere of possible murder,

The lights loom over my face as if to have a good hard look,

as if to mock, once again

 

You will often find me hanging loosely

Like structures of dust, under the mattress,

above the mattress, on the shelf, the window,

the bookrack, in the things I touched, in the things

that hold


Aakriti Kuntal is a 24-year-old emerging poetess from the country of veritable colors and stratified rainbows, India. A Network Engineer by profession she has been writing for over a year now. She enjoys nature, music, all things geeky and all things art.

Aakriti writes for the Writings of Aakriti Kuntal Her work has been published in 1947 Literary Journal, Duane’s PoeTree blog, Visual Verse and Indian Periodical among others.

Wire in the Blood-Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless

The line

between the face

I show the world

and my shadow self

increasingly

grows

thin

 

Superimposed

images

blur

No longer clear

where one ends

and the other begins

 

I walk

deliberately

heel to toe

on the

knife’s edge

between

light

and

dark

Heaven

and

hell

Embracing

the risk

 

There is

wire in my blood

Tang of copper

Taste of hot iron

when I lick

the rich

red droplets

off my fingers

from the scabs

I deliberately

scratch open

 

I like

how alive

I feel

when I bleed

There is purity

to my pain

A high

that

happy

never offers

 

I know what

I am

supposed

to want

But my shadow self

wants to drive

for a while

 

That part of me

doesn’t give a

shit

about

content

This shadow me

craves

tightrope-walk-

over-the-abyss-

recklessness

90-mile-an-hour

drives-down-dirt-roads

Back-alley

open-mouthed-kisses

in-a-thunder-storm

There is wire in my blood

and I am the lightening rod


Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless and The Whisper and The Roar and is a managing editor at Sudden Denouement and Secret First Draft.

She is an aspiring badass

The Attic-Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

I give until I’m gone.

open my rib cage

scrape my heart

onto your plate

where it goes cold

and then I remain

an empty hope chest

in the dusty corners of

attics

with kindling made of

broken rocking chairs

and cracked porcelain

dolls

Judy dress forms

Full of pins

And yellowed walls.

Weaved in among the

wood

In a neighborhood

of condemned houses,

waiting to be burned.


[Rana Kelly was born and raised in the Deep South, and now resides in the Southwest.  Her poetry, personal essays, short fiction, and photography has been published in anthologies and literary magazines far and wide over the years, from Caesura to featherproof press, FM to Ceremony Collected. Her first novel, Until Her Darkness Goes, was published in 2015.She’s currently writing her second novel under a pseudonym.]

I Have to Turn My Head

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Eating Away to the Bone – SRP


stick to yourself afraid of what could happen

 

when I’m cornered

 

what i may do

 

scared of what you make me do

 

the things I’ve done

 

the things I’ve said

 

why does it always end this way

 

why does it have to be so sad

 

why do i hurt so bad

 

eating myself from the inside out

 

black cancer growing inside of me 

 

i feel less everyday

 

numb

 

nothings shocking anymore

 

exhausted i havent slept for days

 

deprivation

 

self loathing

 

all day

 

every day

 

never ending


[SRP is a co-creator of Sudden Denouement and driving force in the collective. He is a musician, a writer, and a friend.]

darkness there, & nothing more – Samantha Lucero

darkness there, & nothing more – samantha lucero

he tells me i should stop
too many “big” words
“too complex for me.
i need cliff notes
like for shakespeare,
so pretty, but i have no idea what’s
going on.” tell me what happened.
be more like edgar allan poe,
he was  s i m p l e  & spooky
& that’s straightforward, you know what’s going on.
have you ever read anything besides ‘the raven’?
apparently not
even the magician i dated said
“you think too much.”
but then again, he also said he loved me
and then never called me back
after i fucked him like faye reagan
and thought maybe, just maybe
someone liked that i thought too much.
thanks for breaking my heart; i’m better now.
so here’s me writing something simple,
nothing fancy
one simple thought
drop by

d

r

o

p

while you tell me i shouldn’t write
my mind at war
war is complex
war is a nightmare, doesn’t make sense
my words are remnants of me in the rubble
& you read the ruins like graffiti on a wall
like a code i’m trying to understand myself
i guess this is the end?


[ Disclaimer: Sam didn’t want to post this. She’s speaking in 3rd person right now, because this is Sam. This was experimental & not her usual style, but two lovely people encouraged her to post it anyway. She’s the ghost-woman behind the curtain at sixredseeds.]