Untitled Ninety-eight

Didn’t mean to– and no this isn’t a sorry. I wasn’t trying to come off like

that, rude. I–It’s just, connecting is really hard, especially when you feel

alone. I didn’t stop trying though, maybe not hard enough. See, I use to think I

was afraid of connecting to people, now I’m just scared of them leaving. Why

wasn’t the connection strong enough to stay?

— Day Sibley

Untitled Ninety-three

Do you love me?

There was a plea in your eyes

a choking sob

you caught in your throat.

I always thought I would be the one

to ask you those frightening questions

of doubt

insecurity.

The plan was never for anyone to get hurt

I’m sorry

for the pain I will cause your heart.

How cruel of me

to ruin a beautiful day

under the sun.

 

 

Cardiac Arrest

June 7, 2017

vibrating body
waves of light
suspended air
disorient sounds
this is what it feels like to die.

— day sibley, cardiac arrest 

intuition

for raylynn

gut wrenching

gift

in the pit of my stomach

has never failed me before,

why would it now?

but tonight

i hope it does.

— day sibley, intuition 

When You Get the Rejection Letter

Rejections, after Lauren Elma Frament

 

In a year of taking a break from submitting, I almost forgot how tedious sending your work to publications can be. You put blood, sweat and tears in revising your work to death before sending it out, and boom! You get the big “no”.

Sending my pieces to lit. journals had come in small blessings, usually unexpected. There were times my pieces fitted the theme of the journal and I got the boot. There were times I would cry and question if I should write at all, some I didn’t care.

Which is to say, you shouldn’t question whether you’re a good writer or not, there’s plenty of journals worldwide. It’s one of the scenarios where you have to push yourself. It’s not going to be easy–it’s really frustrating to be honest, but it’s part of the journey being a writer.

 

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