Orla Dubois: Poetry Collection

Unseen Daughters

death by a million cuts,

the words of mothers,

bleeding daughters.

hearts

that are never pure enough,

bodies

that are never perfect.

cuts etched deep,

raised scars and silver tears.

flesh that doesn't belong.

petals crushed,

death before birth.

a garden born,

for the gardener to destroy.

never beautiful,

never pleasing enough.

silent daughters,

bleeding daughters.

The Dead River

Stop, I say.

STOP

I screamed, on top of my lungs.

There is a river, 

Churning, Running, Snaring, between

Us.

Cans, a half-used bag, and 

More trash

Thrown away, discarded, 

Forgotten.

Things that were once, 

Useful, touched.

No more. 

Don’t, I say

DON’T

I screamed, a little less

Loud

My throat a little more,

Raw

Can’t you see that if you

Swim, wade, paddle,

Across.

You will surely, 

Drown? 

Submerged, suffocated, caged 

by the 

Water. 

You are too

Light, clean, 

Clear.

The water too

Murky, toxic,

Heavy. 

A feather in a 

Swamp.

Surely, 

it will sink. 

About the Author:

Orla is an avid writer and reader, focusing on writing mainly essays, prose, and poems. Orla is a voracious reader of fantasy novels, memoirs, historical fictions and a good classic. Orla has been previously published in the Bread and Butter Magazine, and writes on Medium: Read and write stories. and Tumblr.