Synaesthesia Magazine Seven Deadly Sins - Page 33

it is irrational

this green

leaf lurking behind

the ivory of my

mist smile

white clouds of calm


faked so well i could have

almost fooled myself

if i didn't know

the emerald of green was

beating me a lullaby

of curse words

aimed as a dagger for her neck

ready to impale should any

mention of her name

resound in my ear;

i tell it to go away but it's too late

for that now, i've had too many

affairs with the creature

it's come to know the taste of my skin

and the leaves of my hair

the twigs of my trees and the vines

of my truths are so wound within it

that it convinces me i was always a bad person —

it presses into my insecurities and doubt

plays the devil's advocate

whispers in my ears things i shouldn't hear

and yet i listen, lips curling into a snarl

heart coiling a fist

you're the only one that makes everything right

in a world gone wrong, and there's a green

lurking within that doesn't want

anything or anyone

to hint that our love isn't forever

for i'd have that monster slay them before the

words ever left their lips.

Photograph & make-up: Lauren Forte & Khalida Ali

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in many magazines and in print.