By Melissa Luna
“By The Deathbed” painted by Edvard Munch (1915)
A Permanent Visit
The room is filled with his lingering presence
I can taste the minutes on my withered tongue
His strategic power confiscates my mind
Stroking the bedroom walls with his coarse touch
Leaving them speckled with raging reds and aching yellows
Whispers begin to seep into my ears
His putrid black and maroon aroma hovers
Over their black clothed bodies
They beg to my creator influencing
Emotion to forcefully take over
Replacing their complexions with fear and fury
They're repeating that the end is near
Melissa Luna is studying English at New Mexico State University, majoring in Journalism and Mass Communications. She’s currently living in El Paso, Texas but attends NMSU online, as the Covid-19 pandemic has taken a toll on public education. Melissa sees herself becoming a successful journalist/editor in the future, and she also wants to achieve her dream of becoming a successful news anchor. During her free time, Melissa likes to go to the gym, walk her three dogs, and take pictures of sunsets. She also likes to write poetry, inspired by realistic events that may seem taboo to the public.
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