Without Soul

Allison Grayhurst


Without Soul


I felt the pressure between

my hands, drive through

my cortex and embrace

the tip of my brain with warmth.

It felt like fool’s gold, fake

but still providing glitter.

I felt twisted with unknowing,

degutted of all things I hold sacred.

And that was a coat over my corpse,

pennies placed over my eyes. That was

for me, forging forward

with no significance, with no discernable




Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “ArtVilla July 2017



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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in…

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