Poetry By Aleah Dye

        Michael Mueller CC



Decimation
after Stranger Things Season 4

When I was in my dying,
I didn’t know what I wanted--
you there
or myself alone.

Did I need you pushing my sides in
or did I need to come apart?

My shattered glass 
was beautiful,
each piece made to draw blood.

You pricked your finger 
and I sucked it clean and new.

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​Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, mental illness, religion, and philosophy. She is dreadfully afraid of imperfection and spiders, in no particular order. She has a one-eyed cat named Ivy and a one-track-minded (food!) cat named Rosebud. Aleah hopes to make hearts grow three sizes with her words. She is a 2020 Sundress Publications Best of the Net nominee and the graphic designer for perhappened. Read her latest work via Olney Magazine, Dreams and Nightmares Anthology, and Gutslut Press.  Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter.  
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