By Ray Fraizer
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Fear
Tell me what fear is when you’re going eighty on E
smoking what your father smelled like
when you were fifteen
turning away from his embrace
When you have a bleeding in your brain
from trying too damn hard to be brave
Lie down and watch the structure of what you thought
would be home in your heart forever
splinter and collapse like it was made of paper
built on sand
If goodbyes are traitors to memories
prisoners of war kneeled in a row
a gun missing a few rounds but still loaded
aimed at was once your strength
then fear is the never knowing when it’s your turn to be hit
Fear is wishing you were tied to the pain
because feeling will always be better than floating
like no one remembers who you used to be
When left each other heavy with the weight
of every nightmare coming true
and I knew that fear would always find me
when I think of you
*****
Secondhand
Diamonds in my palms and knees
a sharpness I was pushed into
blood money folded up in your pocket
you’ll buy yourself something new
I’ll fog up the glass display cases
Pawnshop pity
fifty cent heart
a velvet parade ribbon already cut in two
Bells ring when you walk out the door
and ring when the wind walks in
Despite myself I have been reduced to pulp and rind
dust thick on antiques, rings, silverware
a neon sign that only flickers
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Remain
Your scent clings in the creases of my fingers
and the underside of my pillows
at night your memory rises like the moon
lightening me up in your after-glow
I can feel you between my ribs
hot like an underground spring
close to the center of the earth
boiling steadily
crystal bubbles break the surface
deep inside
there’s a place that still remembers you
We burn the same there
and I think I have sucked
enough of you in
that you’ll always remain
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Ray Fraizer is a writer currently attending the University of California, Davis as a Women and Gender Studies major. Reading is her first love, and writing is a close second. She hopes to eventually contribute published works to the queer literature genre.
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