“Eyes of the Phoenix” by Linda M. Crate

the sunlight races
like blood through your veins
you’re always running,
and you can’t seem to catch a break;
i know you all too well
you are the sinner pretending saint
the man who disguises lust
for love and you’ll blame anyone but
yourself for all the problems
that you’ve caused—
you can turn from a tangerine sunset
into a bone-chilling snow storm
full of blue lipped angels
in ten seconds
and i know you intended me to die with all
your other angels
but like a phoenix i rose from my ashes burning
away all the suffocating snow and ice
leaving nothing behind but
my eyes;
and i hope they burn you.








Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She is the author of two chapbooks (A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn from Fowlpox Press and Less Than a Man from The Camel Saloon) and the fantasy novels Blood & Magic and Dragons & Magicfacebook.com/pages/Linda-M-Crate/129813357119547