city of fire & fallen angels By sarah kate osborn

city of fire & fallen angels

and i am forever falling in love with the bloodied
reaching with sticky fingers for someone to save
i am forever trying to unhaunt,
trying to erase a thousand histories of violence
trying to renew things that have been dead for so long already

i keep writing poems about the unbirth of tragedy
and he is the friend i always hear mentioned but never have met
i caught a glimpse of him in my steamed up mirror
and another at the mall
and he waved at me at that party last december,
the one where i couldn’t keep the vomit out of my hair

i am at home among the broken
but call myself messiah
call myself savior
call myself healing

what is it that is so haunted about me that leads me to destruction,
to ruin, to late nights where no one is sleeping
i have found the city of fire and fallen angels
i already know my way around

By sarah kate osborn


sarah kate osborn is a fifteen year old poet from north carolina who hates describing herself and rebels against capital letters. she is trying to toss her voice into a world already filled with noise and may have nothing meaningful to say. she has been published in the rising phoenix review, words dance magazine, and persephone’s daughters. she can be found at

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