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the wind in my spine is shouting
so i hold my breath to quiet it
and it curls under my skin
bunches up in a million ants underneath

and trapped under it spoils itself
greens and blackens on its own
so i block my throat to hide it in
and it whispers my death to me

It makes me tremble
and my bones clatter against it
as it turns to marble in my lungs
I collapse under the weight of it

it crushes down upon my stomach
and when it breaks the skin i bleed ink
my ink boils in my wrists
and i sweat my plastic trap

i run lists in my head
to keep my nails in my fingertips
and my eyes leak cold sweats
to cool my burning skin

and it fades
for a little
just a little

then the wind comes back.


Written By: June Rossaert (

About The Author
June Rossaert June Rossaert is a Vanier alumnus who studied as a Communications student at Vanier, with a background in Visual Arts and Cinema from the Saint-Hyacinthe Cegep. She is an aspiring novelist, poet and screenwriter hoping to obtain a degree in creative writing and literature. Her parents, one might be surprised to hear, are rather supportive of her chosen field, perhaps because they have yet to lose hope that she will eventually earn enough money to survive on her own, and her friends are simply blind optimists. June Rossaert is, essentially, a hopeless nerd with a passion for the written word which she desperately hopes to transfer through her works.

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