Jolts




Jolts



There are no first

words no sounds

there is only

black

when I feel

that hurt

that crater

deep

cut

from long

ago carved its

way up my spine

into my head

back to the beginning

of the word

hurt

where it was born

in me

a silent birth

left alone in the

body

to fester




Donna Dallas



Donna Dallas studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly.  I’m most recently found in The Opiate, Anti Heroin Chic, Beatnik Cowboy and Horror Zine among many other publications. I have just published my novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. I currently serve on the editorial team for Red Fez. I was published prior in Burning House Press.

2 Comments

  1. Love the variation on an old theme. Timeless, really.

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  2. In less capable hands this would have fell flat, instead you have given new life to a recurring theme in art.

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