Rachel's Floetry

  • Prompt: Adversity

    Weary from adversity, she slumbers. Her hunger — pure agony. They hunt her. Mortal darling. A mistake. The claim on his skin — cribrate. Her sole comfort, a stake from her lover. You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate

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  • Ice Chips

    Ice chips. I gasp from a night’s fog. Ghosts came home with me from the 9th floor. Ice chips. None of the nurses said anything to me whenever I entered the employee only pantry with a styrofoam cup to get ice chips. Unstrapping the bi-pap mask feels like apologizing for plunging my mother’s head into…

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  • Prompt: Echo

    Munted remains of a mossy moon gate. Tangled in marigolds, it marinates. Nighttime’s zenith, it yawns wide. Lures our children. Echoes lies. At first light, its maw shuts. A golden grave. Trying my hand at limericks. You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate

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  • Prompt: Eloquence

    Between sanity and grief, a fine line. We had burned the warlock’s lover alive. His incantations ruled the elements — with words so ancient, smooth, and venomous — he summoned winds with fiery eloquence. Destruction is our fated punishment. You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate

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  • Imagine

    There is no sound more deafening than the silence of your name never being spoken.   There is no space heavier, more suffocating — full, and yet, so hollow, and empty, than your absence in this world.   My nightmares awake are long. My sleeping dreams of you are brief.   Nothing gives me less…

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  • I Die

    I die over and over.   I used to think I wanted to. I used to flirt with death using the same razors mama used to shave calluses from her hard working heels but now I know better   when walking feels like dry heaving my broken insides when it feels like vomiting the pieces…

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  • Train Tracks

    The train tracks used to speak to me. As susurration – a withdrawing tide at my ankles, a lariat around my leaden heart.   A disguised lullaby, like an offer from bathtub water of murmured matrimony.   – Rachel R. Vasquez, September 2017 This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.…

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  • What missing mama is like

    It’s having to YouTube how to peel yautia. It’s having to Google translate Spanish. It’s all the little girls holding their mother’s hands on the street. It’s all the elderly women and their middle aged clones sitting between shopping bags on the train. It’s buying flowers every 20th because the petals feel like the tops…

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  • Mama’s Heaven

    I hope mama’s  heaven is The Spring   trees with cotton candy tufts pink because what other color would love be? bundles of pom poms like they were dipped into clouds yellow suns sprout among the green thickets beneath her bare feet leaves like canopies, like baby angels holding a million tiny umbrellas to shelter…

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  • Agony

    Oh God! Oh agony! Throb that has been cast on me! Oh silent searing in my soul! This violent breaking of my home! My womb, my mother from where I was born. My roof, my shelter from this life’s storms. Hacked off from me like limb from body. Hands gone from me, like wind not…

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