Styx & Stones
The heartbeat is an ashtray of blazes,
Kindling smoke and collecting dust on lips –
Blooming in the cold, forgotten places:
Smelling of city stench and old outstrips.
A failed rewrite of caskets and cases,
The heart is a sea-morgue of wayward ships.
Wrapped in cotton whites and ghostly laces:
Blackened out, a sun during the eclipse.
An immortal organ, rhythm of ages,
Human devotion seeps out red and drips:
The stain of dark mahogany angels,
Washed away down the long black river Styx.
(Angelina Chartrand is a student at Lindenwood University, pursuing a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English Studies with an emphasis in Creative Writing. Having developed a passion for writing ever since she was very young, Angelina has found a love and admiration of short stories to convey her creative ideas.)
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