A drowning


My thoughts are a drowning,
dead like a floating head in formaldehyde

I’ve not cried for him in an age,
but dreams plow where the beast leads them

On a pillow sewn with sorrow,
lunula-deep in matted soil, black and fertile

Harvesting dreams in Elysian fields,
plentiful and ripe in a reaper’s illusory garden

I’ve no need for rosy lenses,
when the truth lies shaded in my own remorse

Depressing years into a few moments,
one form of pain bruising into another

Contented to sleep within the nightmare,
rather than lie awake within another

Let me drown by the leaden images,
whilst wistly they weigh on my fragile brow


a.d.matthias is an unpolished, uneducated, poorly read writer, who has had pieces appear in SpillwordsBrave & RecklessHeretics, Lovers, and Madmen, and Lucy’s Works: A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors, whilst enduring countless rejections.


Sweet Heart / Doll / Lace Aesthetic

You made a doll and projected your soul into it.
You named it after me.
Oh, your infantile state filled with rage and creativity.
In the end the earth devours us.
If you give me that doll, I promise, I will show you that we are the planetary twin-peaked
From black through red through gold we will ascend to the sky ending in the exact point where
the universe blessed our love.
Our cross will bear fruits.
Can you see the fruits?
Their skin is humid, and their virgin eyes are filled with desires.
Their colors are as vivid as the colors of your dreams.
I love you. Does it surprise you?
Now, please, give me that doll.

Gabriela M. is the author of three novels. Her poetry book, Passions: Love Poems and Other
Writings, was published by Vita Brevis Press (April, 2020) under the pen name Gabriela Marie
Milton. Gabriela was awarded 2019 Author of the Year at Spillwords Press. Her poems were
published by Spillwords Press, Vita Brevis, Indian Periodical, Gioielli Rubati Poetry (translated in
Italian by Flavio Almerighi), Tuck Magazine, KashmirPen, “Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen,” Literary
Yard, Proletaria, Free Verse Revolution, and other venues. She was selected “Author of the Month”
at Spillwords (April 2019). Her poem “The Breath of Love and Death” was voted “Publication of the
Month” at Spillwords (November 2019). Gabriela’s work was included in the following anthologies:
America’s Emerging Poets Southeast Region (Z Publishing House, 2018); Florida’s Best Emerging
Poets (Z Publishing House, 2019); and Pain & Renewal (Vita Brevis Press, 2020). She blogs at
shortprose. Christina Schwarz, the author of the New York Times Bestseller “Drowning Ruth,” on
Gabriela’s poetry: “With lush language and lavish imagery, Gabriela M. evokes a fantastic world ripe
with emotion.”

Stealing Navy Thoughts

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Little wall paint blue flecks of clarity
Flake around the brewing pot mind,
I can only look on and despair.

Look at this, they have stolen the silence –
There is no peace anymore,
There are only bugs and fingers
Which clench at each other.

These pecks shall chain me,
I will be forced to entertain their entrance –
I am bound in the cold unchanging certainty
Of their constructions.

This is the forever twilight that
I have been overcast in;
Some day, I will die and fly
Into the forever sky and drown in it’s a gaudy vastness

Until I too,
Can heed to those ghostly calls,
Those letters sealed with chilled black wax
With frozen coal petals inside,
Little poems of invitation scribbled on each.

What a lie,
What a beautiful decay, this sham lamb
Claiming to help a soulless.

This is my mouth, and when I open it,
You can only hear the shadows,
You cannot hear anything at all;
Substanceless lava thoughts, flowing out,
But it is hidden by a screen- a skin.

Can you listen to me?
Could you maybe sit still,
And develop slight patience for the
Unreasonable rambles of a sick heart?

Ah, remember. You cannot.
You do not have a sick mind,
You are not like me.

I am unlike, I am the only Black Dahlia
In a field brimming with red Tulips.
Will you tolerate me?

Or will you sit still,
And hear me die, die, die.

 Bio-Prathami is a 16 y/o student who has a passion for literature and poetry; he enjoys art and aspires to improve his work and excel to the best of their abilities.