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Another Dark Place: finding oneself through found poetry
Another Dark Place: finding oneself through found poetry
Another Dark Place: finding oneself through found poetry
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The poems are free-verse blackout and erasure poems "found" in an early draft of a creative non-fiction story about the struggles that stemmed from one lesbian's coming out experience. These struggles included mental health concerns, confusion around sexual identity and acceptance, finding oneself, and o

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSD Publishing
Release dateMay 15, 2023
ISBN9781998061013
Another Dark Place: finding oneself through found poetry

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    Another Dark Place - Suzan Digh

    15h

    15.

    On the edge, just older than a child,

    I ran away from tortures.

    Alone and dreaming of laughter,

    I wonder how to explain I know better.

    Sober (I don’t want to be),

    and too broke to afford snort.

    7h

    7.

    We are to discuss -

    things.

    How we’re doing -

    a chance to talk.

    She nods and smiles, appearing to like what we say,

    but I don’t say anything.

    I withdraw from the conversation.

    The memories run behind my eyes.

    I can’t beg.

    The burning threatens to smother me.

    My futile frustration caught up in her sea-green eyes.

    She smiles and holds my eyes a moment longer,

    puts her hand on my shoulder,

    before walking off.

    I watch her leave,

    unable to ignore the

    excuse,

    memories.

    1h

    1.

    Her face presses in,

    my heart clenched,

    how could I - recoiling at the sudden knot in my stomach -

    stare at this young, cool, smiling face

    and just let her go,

    and live my life alone?

    But, the flame is out.

    3h

    3.

    All these early risers -

    always someplace, doing something.

    Winter is soon. I shiver.

    The washroom smells like a combo of soap and hairspray,

    and is comfortably warm.

    In the hot water, soaking my head,

    I hear echoes through the porcelain.

    Day in, day out, I struggle.

    My head, the womb-warmth of the tub -

    the confining walls,

    wrapping.

    I open.

    I gulp.

    I must…

    water…

    my

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