Leigh Fisher: 3 Poems


Visited home today

to hear of all the latest deaths

Neighbors and old friends

flickering out like the light

swaying up and down

on a buoy out at sea

The connection giving life

fading out as the wires



It’s a place of silence
all but the mechanical whir
Words don’t form
while the tracks wear down
Lights shine bright
like they would upon actors
performing on a stage
But no soliloquies
are uttered here

It’s an unspoken law
to only talk to the person
sitting right beside you,
mere inches away,
if you walked together
as you embarked onboard

But while you’re side by side
on two seats adjacent
close as lovers sleeping
in their shared bed at night
Neither of you say a word
since that’s the silent law
The opportunity lost
on a train with no seats open 


 “It'll be good for you,”

they say it like a promise

She simply nods her head and agrees,

since that’s all that they expect of her

She has no reason to fight or say no

and she won’t have to deliver bread

ever again


“He’s gotten a good job, he can take care of you,”

As they say these things,

she’s sure it’s true

but it doesn’t change

that she still feels nothing


“All he wants are a few children in return.”

she knows she should be like her mother

think pragmatically

perhaps the callouses on her hands will soften


“At least I’ve met him before,”

she murmurs as she climbs the stairs


“I know he’s a kind man,”

she thinks, with five loaves on her shoulder

as she walks faster up the hill


“He’s quiet, he doesn’t speak much…”

she continues to think

she starts walking a little faster,

darting around the cracks in the old pavement


But thought makes her afraid

thinking of going to live with this man

what she must do for this man

when they’re alone


“I’ll manage somehow,” she whispers aloud

They’ll pass time in a quiet, little house

where all they share

is the language they speak

and the country they came from


“I’ll manage somehow,” she repeats,

as she reaches the top of the hill

it’s tiring to tackle the upward incline

but going down also has its challenges 

maintaining balance

while plummeting downward 

like a skydiver jumping into fate


“I may never care for him, but it’s like they say; it’ll be good for me.”

Leigh Fisher is from Neptune. No, not the eighth-farthest planet from the sun, but from the city in New Jersey. She is a historical fiction enthusiast, with an avid interest in Chinese history. She has been published in Five 2 One Magazine, The Missing Slate, Rising Phoenix Press, and others. She can be found as @SleeplessAuthoress on Instagram and @SleeplessAuthor on Twitter.

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