By Jacqueline McAleer
the shining
I can see your hands from across the cemetery
(I always knew we were similar
Wandering insomniacs in the moonlight
Not upset, just disturbed)
But what I can’t reason
Is how they came to be so red, so bright
I’d kill for hands that proud
Even among all these dead things, lives once that shining too.
magnetic blue
it’s high tide, blue
Whatever that means, I’m sure the moon is pleased
Get out her way now dear
She’ll pull you too
(Like I could never do)
Ah well let’s dip our toes at least
String things, and me
You can’t stand the sound
of anything outside your head
And I can’t cast blame, your innards
Deserve an orchestra of their own
I’d dress up every night to watch that sway
To hear the melody of breaking glass
And braking cars
Cymbals
smashed within their own dismay
Originally from Washington State, Jacqueline McAleer obtained her Bachelor’s degree at the University of Washington. She is currently pursuing a PhD in Neuroscience at Weill Cornell in New York and hopes to research Alzheimer’s disease. She enjoys writing in her free time and is continually inspired by the beauty of the human condition.
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