Cell Cries
By Rachael Noviskey
Freedom.
Freedom.
Freedom.
We don’t feel
that here.
I fear
we have to peer
through the tears.
I come from
a rough world
with a soft heart.
My soul is ruffled by
a lofty start.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
I cry to the galaxy.
I cry to you gallantly.
I cry
for none
to see.
The System
By Rachael Noviskey
The structure is pragmatic
Uniform, systematic.
I feel like a robot
and Mad Hatter.
The matter doesn’t matter.
No substance thereafter.
Aftermath come faster.
Disaster
follows closely.
You can’t see
what I see
beneath the seams.
Pressure steams.
The machine is mean.
Hold tightly.
Don’t believe what you see.
I am
free.
Though I sleep in cages.
Though I live on pages.
The terrain
without
mundane.
Hear out
my shout.
To the system
you’re devout.
But I break the chains.
You cannot confiscate
my name.
Daisy
By Rachael Noviskey
The train pulled into the station.
It rolled in, soft,
unassuming
and silent.
The Crowd got off,
like a stagnant trough
with faces void of elation.
The engine roared
and broke my bones.
Childhood daisy
turned bloody and violent.
No baggage to take, no baggage to drop.
I was a warm and innocent child.
The Crowd pushed me onto the train.
I cried in vain
for the trip
to stop.
When I got off
The Crowd would scoff
at a woman so defiled.
I stayed a while in that place
so vile
to rob, cheat and lie.
Learned ways to kill myself
and con Her.
I stayed in that place
of tattered lace
like in the casket I was willing to die.
I bought new baggage
that weighed me down
and accepted my fate
as a goner.
I climbed back onto the steamer,
if I do remember,
with nothing but pen and paper
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