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Poem by Natasha Head


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Satellites

We are satellites
Spinning dangerously
Throughout this unending universe

Simple stardust
Caught in mason jars
Shaken with poison tonic

Toxic elixirs
A suicide syringe
Injected like homing beacons

Magnetic & addictive
We chomp at our own tails
Preying to false gods

That one day we’ll collide.
Our annihilation complete
When we drink each other whole

"Within" © Stacy Esch “Within” © Stacy Esch

Natasha Head is the author of the Pushcart Prize nominated collection Nothing Left to Lose and Pulse with her third release slated for summer 2014. Her work has appeared at The Academy of American Poets and she is an associate member of The League of Canadian Poets. Natasha resides in Northern Alberta, Canada. Follow her at her Tashtoo.com website.

Stacy Esch lives and works in West Chester, Pennsylvania, teaching English at West Chester University. Digital art and photography are the twin passions that compete alongside her interest in writing, reading…

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