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I Want. . .

written by: Christine E. Ray



I want. . .

I whisper

to empty rooms

air so chilly

that words float

ghostly moths

frozen in the mist of my breath

unprepared for them to linger there

echo with meaning

give voice to hungers

I tell myself

I do not have

full of guilt


I trace the letters

with silver pink fingertips

caress the curves and lines

say it louder


I want. . .

I want. . .

Christine E. Ray

Christine E. Ray

Christine E. Ray is an indie author and freelance editor who lives outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She is the creator of the blog Brave and Reckless and Managing Editor of The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective (Blood Into Ink, Sudden Denouement, Sudden Denouement Publishing, & Whisper and the Roar) as well as Indie Blu(e). Her writing has been featured on SpillWords, fēlan poetry & visual zine, Nicholas Gagnier’s Swear to Me (2017), and his upcoming collection, All the Lonely People. Christine’s first book of poetry, Composition of a Woman, was published by Sudden Denouement Publishing in July of 2018. Her second book of poetry, The Myths of Girlhood, is scheduled for release later this year.
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