Poems from Katerina Cook-Brown
The one person I didn't want to know knows
But no one knows it all
They know of my depression
But they do not know of the marks spanning...
Her mind is filled with the screams of the damned
Roaring over the cracking
Tearing
Ripping
Of the sky
The pounding beat steady
Louder...
They won't stop
They won't quit
Dominating
Who knew a harsh whine
Could drive me over
Make the air vanish
Constrict my lungs
Leave me shaky...
How easy it is to fashion the blade
The one that drains ichor from the veins
One manual screwdriver
One small clump of poster putty
One...
There is a collection tray,
Decorated with a golden cover
And pretty rocks the crows brought;
As it is passed around
The false silver...