Dead Paper Stephanie Smith Poetry

local_library Dead Paper

by Stephanie Smith

Published in Issue No. 259 ~ December, 2018

I trample through forests where

the trees become dead paper

painted with dry words and the

want of a flame burning bright

against the mundane morning


The weight of the world crushes my weary bones,

leaves my head pressed against memory,

binds my soul to the dark wood and the

promise of infinity engraved in the bark

like a heart placed there by childhood


I am nothing now but those trees


and screaming

My lungs on fire









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Stephanie Smith is a poet and writer living in Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in such publications as ABYSS & APEX, WHISTLING SHADE, THE HORROR ZINE, ILLUMEN, and LIQUID IMAGINATION.