Rachel's Floetry

  • 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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