9/14/2016 0 Comments Four Poems by Jess MizeAnguish Paper smells like death. The forest misses a beat. Hollow screams bleed from my pen and another cries out in anguish. The scent of metal lingering in the air is so alluring. H The glow on her skin is like the sun’s rays through coloured glass. Sa solitude est la mécanique érotique. Weirdness. A becoming. A lonely, beautiful young woman haunted by nature, vice, her habits. She wanders about the earth with disdain and superficial indolence. The young woman carries a planet of regret and experiences the remorse of Prometheus. Saisis par cette heure indicible. Elegant, Is it Not? everytime i close my eyes a part of me commits suicide relief comes when the pain runs Red out of my veins. And Now I Know how Joan of Arc Felt thoroughly depressed; wanting to die. Self-pity passes over me like a wave of mutilation. Wa-aa-avve. I have visions of nightmares over Joan of Arc. Hopes and dreams departed in an icon discarded. A pendant that did not make the life journey. Tears like snow globes. Inside their own fantastic little fake plastic world. Haven’t I cried enough? In a thousand different ways. The answer is always no. There are more ways to suffer in heaven and on earth than are dreamt of in my philosophy. The wicked one. The being of light. The one who enjoys suffering. A hell of one’s own invention. Bio: Jess Mize is a blonde-haired surfer girl from South Carolina. Her favorite author is Stephen King.
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