I fell from the sky when I tried to kill god.I gathered wild grief stricken boysI fell from the sky when I tried to kill god.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And stored them in glass jars
Their moon shine eyes hooded,
Under the train tracks red light glow
Much like the local strip of neon slit sidewalks.
I realized I was not so much the Doreen in my queer little life
So much as I was Esther.
When I’d take slugs of cheap wine whilst reading the classics
And writing obscure essays and analysing dead poets
Licking the burgundy liquid from my wrists
And mopping up the spilled ink
With my frayed sleeves.
The autumn air smells of rot and I can’t help but reminisce
About bonfires in old abandoned warehouses
Where we’d run across open fields that split the sky
Open and twisted it into
Something like a looking glass
Except there’s no fire in your eyes.
Just watered down sonnets about girls who work at diners
For minimum wage, who get into cheap bars,
And drink martinis with rich business men.
Maybe we were born to be the lost generation
Or maybe silver linings
Are just the silver refract
Issue 5 of MDF + FeaturesIssue five of MDF is out featuring our own chromeantennae's microfiction Romantic Awakenings! If you don't know Ricky, then you really should. He's a gifted writer, a good friend and an all around awesome person. He writes the most delightful microfiction and is a big support to the literature community!Issue 5 of MDF + Features2 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
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Modern Day Fairytales is a literary journal dedicated to showcasing the very best of magical, whimsical fantasy based poetry, flash fiction and micro reads. If you believe that this description fits your work, then please feel free to submit your work to us. We promise to respect your work, your ideas and treat you with the greatest care because we know that it is not easy to share your words with strangers.