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Dreaming Drunk

Dreaming drunk 
Teeth grind under the weight of 
Time;
An anomalous and vile passage 
I writhe in my own grime 
Feverish and mad, I cry to my demons
Hope they remember me 
As a spirit, untouched, worth life
I have never done it well
Every day passes, hurts like hell
And I miss the spot in the sky from which I fell
And to no avail, I scream out to that sky, but
Whoever He was has left.

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2020


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More Than a Teacher

Dedicated to the late Ms. Garbus
She could never be thanked enough
For the ways in which she touched our community 

Twisting the tango
As she taught me to 
Pursue all of my passions 
No need for decisions
A call to action for 
Random Acts of Kindness
Personal, I couldn't realize 
Blind
Far removed from our view
Glowing, radiant, we remember her
Hardworking determination and 
Justin Timberlake poster 

To be removed

She was more than a teacher.
Her character is weaved through each of us 
Rest easy, Rest easy, 
Rest well, Ms. Garbus

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019

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Ode To the Night

I’d like to thank the night 
 For its darkness
And the beautiful moon and stars
 I’d like to thank the night 
For letting me walk beneath its sky
 And fall apart in its arms
I’d like to thank the night
 For making the world silent
And giving me a safe place to cry
 I’d like to thank the night
For everything it does
 Without even knowing
I’d like to thank the night
 For reminding me 
That there’s always tomorrow
 But most of all, I’d like to thank the night
For helping me grow

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019

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More Than This

An ache deeper than pain
   Jealousy.
Damn the one who tempted me

   You're irresistible 

Dissolve in the acid bath, and
Appear to me as an apparition

Panic as my flesh melts at the sight of you


I've never seen your eyes quite wide
As mine roll from their sockets, 
descending to the tiled floor,

Joining the collection of my bones,
      bones and guts and eyes galore 

I knew you wanted more than this


I knew you wanted more than this

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019

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Profundity

I am mad.
The question is not yet settled
whether all that is profound 
is compassless in the vast ocean of lucid reason
I loved, unguided,
Among many millions of fragrant flowers
Knowing nothing of the world
Without mentor to govern
My tideful mind

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019


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Baby

You've driven me quite mad
Love that I've had
For many years over
I still feel the fears of an
Unquelled baby
Longing for its mother
With similar dependency,
I cry for you in the dark

I've still not learned to soothe myself to sleep

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019

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Luna

Loud passion satisfied
Lovers lay in the lamplight
Joined together in mutual hush,
Silence does not scream as it used to
Light does not crisp the skin of the fragile 
Intimacy, germinating from a cloth chrysalis
Loving like lunas with
Dusted wings and an affinity for the light

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019

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Growing Pains

navigating the inexorable loss of innocence 
is a rite of passage 
i think i should feel grateful 
for the secrets kept
shrouded in smoke from stolen cigarettes 
but i shrink in my skin
wishing i could tell my mother 
How much i love her and 
How scared i really am

i apologize to my mother, but
she can’t forgive me, and
i can’t blame her 
i crawled into this adolescent chrysalis and
emerged the useless woman 
i promised my father i’d never become

i stole their child, or was it just time?

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2022

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Gaslit Nightmare

Willingly, I ran
That was the first sign my life was falling apart
Strange bike that brought me back in one piece, damn you
That hope of abduction never came to fruition 
I am complacent in the wake of my life’s finale

Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial
Too choked to speak 
Life has always been easy 
I realize you are a hologram
Motion picture of a mother 
You are complacent in the wake of my life’s finale

Sent to bed at five o'clock
The same time it's been since yesterday
I fake asleep
When you walk in with my father
Coughing lies and webs of drunken incongruencies
I am complacent in the wake of my life's finale

We eat, and I sit by the water
Black tide splashing up to my toes
For a moment, I dream of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
I'm pulled away by the arrival of pasta
I do not eat, but rather stare as you finish
One, Two, Three, Four
Glasses of wine
I threaten to walk until I'm pacified
Moron, you call me 
As we arrive, safely
Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial 
My eyes are closed 
I fake asleep

Sober at midnight 
I said something that had scared you, though you don't quite remember
Please talk to you
I liked hearing you beg
Ignoring you in my bed,
I fake asleep

I wake up alone 
Breakfast waiting for me 
I do not eat. 
Yesterday did not happen
I'm seventy feet under
Quite easy it would be to die here, I think
I wish I had.
I was complacent in the wake of my life’s finale

Resurfacing, I refuse my favorite fruit 
I do not eat, but rather stare at the water
For a moment, I dream of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air 
I’m complacent in the wake of my life’s finale 
We drive in silence 
Still crunchy from the salt
I fake asleep

I never woke up 
Hypnotized by your lies and 
The gaslit fire that kept me warm in my slumber
I dreamt of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
Until I fell still, complacent in the wake of my life’s finale

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019

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Love, Abridged

All I had left   was a man


           I told him I  was sick and tired of life.


                       and I laughed and laughed.
                                  and wondered what I was doing.                                                                                                          

                                                                   I   was starving to death.


I’m wicked

God, I’m bad.
    
               the absolute madness and 
                        The mad dream --- grabbing,


                forgive me. For-     I’m . . . no no, you     little    half naked  Savage



                                                  Get away!


                                  Patience and skill had    no   voice
                                                                             
                                                   it was crushed.               
                                                                     
                                                          he had sworn to    forget   her

                                                                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                    sweet . . .


I was all alone

 

                It had never occured to me
                                walking those last miles
                                               in the middle of a rush hour,


                                    taking, giving, sighing, dying



                                                                    I had no       eyes

 

                                       



                                                                                             
                                                                                
                                                                                     Now it was too late.

Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019

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