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crash

By Heather R. Parker

you hear my cry
as it crashes 
through the night 
I feel you 
coming darkly
made of earth
and ancient truths
my voice
my howl from the deep
has bled into you
seeped into your soul
making imprints of shadow
and desire 
words entangle
in the silence
I taste your hunger
and hesitation 
it floods hot 
all through me
into my veins
into the dark 
and hollow places
now alive


Heather R. Parker is a freelance writer, editor, and published poet from Georgia. She works as a writer and editor for the self-publishing platform Fictionate.me. Her work has been published by Nightingale & Sparrow Magazine, Analog Submissions Press, Friday Flash Fiction, Medium, and others. Heather lives in Georgia with her husband, son, and a menagerie of pets. In her spare time, you can find her doing yoga, taking long walks in the woods, birdwatching, or picking flowers in sun-dappled meadows. You can follow Heather’s writing on Instagram, Facebook ,and Fictionate.Me.

peel

By Heather R. Parker

peel the layers
laid bare
truth hides
in the darkest of places 
slithering lies 
bask freely 
in stark white sunlight
warming cold blood
the past: 
scar tissue 
old wounds never forgotten 
the present:
blade in skin
slicing wide
cutting deep 
red-black blood
freely flowing 
the future: 
crouching tiger
hidden hydra
it lies in wait
ready to pounce
to peel the layers
and find my truth


Heather R. Parker is a freelance writer, editor, and published poet from Georgia. She works as a writer and editor for the self-publishing platform Fictionate.me. Her work has been published by Nightingale & Sparrow Magazine, Analog Submissions Press, Friday Flash Fiction, Medium, and others. Heather lives in Georgia with her husband, son, and a menagerie of pets. In her spare time, you can find her doing yoga, taking long walks in the woods, birdwatching, or picking flowers in sun-dappled meadows. You can follow Heather’s writing on Instagram, Facebook ,and Fictionate.Me.

rip

By Heather R. Parker

//I pierce this night//
heart: pounding
thrumming in my ears
skin: flushing 
shrinking around my bones
lips: parting
tasting my sweat-salt
feet: cloven 
tip-toeing on dew tears
ears: listening 
hungering for moon song
eyes: glinting
sharpening morse code irises
breath: quickening
warming icy reluctance
throat: ripping 
tearing truth 
from inside 
the dark and hollow places 
//I pierce this night:
this lush twilight landscape 
dripping with hope and promise
and languid stars
I feel the night’s apprehension
as I come forth
to howl into the eve
I let it resonate 
and echo
into the waiting night//


Heather R. Parker is a freelance writer, editor, and published poet from Georgia. She works as a writer and editor for the self-publishing platform Fictionate.me. Her work has been published by Nightingale & Sparrow Magazine, Analog Submissions Press, Friday Flash Fiction, Medium, and others. Heather lives in Georgia with her husband, son, and a menagerie of pets. In her spare time, you can find her doing yoga, taking long walks in the woods, birdwatching, or picking flowers in sun-dappled meadows. You can follow Heather’s writing on Instagram, Facebook ,and Fictionate.Me.