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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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ILY GOLDFINGER
Blindside it always happens at the last moment once he swears off love, life and the name of god licks the last drop of whiskey from the last whiskey bottle and drags on his last cigarette on earth just as he stands there facing the precipice wind in his face stealing his howl; wishing he could splatter his brains - but all he's got is blanks; or throw himself from the cliffs laughing he wonders whether he'd still be laughing when he hit the second time and the third and all the way down he wonders if he would feel the pain and whether he'd remember any of it when he woke up - if he ever woke up would it be the same? would it be anything? so he ditches the blanks-shooting pistol and steps back a few yards deciding to go for it full speed and jump and he runs runs and as he lifts off it hits him - the answer that was always there always ready to be found there all this time for him just for him and he never saw it until now isn't that funny - he laughs all the way down even while hitting again and again without bothering to feel the pain because the last thought he makes out before the light blinks out is to ask himself will i remember it the next time? A freelance and art photographer currently based in Dubai, Ily Goldfinger has been keeping her poetry to herself until just recently. She recently had two short stories accepted for online publication. |
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