This is a story of a woman, shackled with chains. She tries so hard to break free and be with the one she truly loves, which leads to her demise.
Death Cold Desire These words replayed in my head as my life flashed before my eyes Quicker than a clap of thunder On a stormy, ominous night. Death Cold Desire I will never forget how fast I ran For freedom to escape my death The man I once knew And loved shackled me with chains so tight I could barely move All because of his love for me A restraining desire that couldn’t be reckoned with Death Cold Desire Passion And fervor Longing for a man to rescue me With loving arms To free me from my shackles Death Cold Desire Streaks of yellow pass by me Life violently extinguished In a blink of an eye Love All because Of love Left me Dead and alone On a cold, Heartless ground Why did I trust this man to save me? Took the life I lost before Away from me Once more Left my body Mangled Thick, Cold blood As I faded away as a ghostly Apparition In a whisper of smoke All I could think of Was Death Cold Desire Three words That left me With No words At all.
I wrote this piece as an assignment for my English class. The prompt was to write Myrtle’s point of view during her death in The Great Gatsby. I had no idea how to approach this at first, so I just started writing three simple words that I felt encompassed the feelings that I thought Myrtle had during her death. Death. Cold. Desire. I have always loved using powerful words to convey a deeper meaning, and I found it extremely important to repeat these words over and over again to leave a resounding effect on my readers. My greatest desire was for them to hear Myrtle’s side of the story and feel what she was feeling down to their core and understand the intensity of the situation. After reading the piece out loud to my class, many of my classmates gave me feedback that the piece sounded like slam poetry. I guess even when I don’t intend to write poetry, my slam poet side always shines through unintentionally. Curious to see how the words would flow if formed into a poem, I converted the massive paragraph into stanzas of powerful words. I hope my readers will relate to this piece and understand that many people share in their own struggles, hopes, desires, and sadness. Most importantly, I hope one of their takeaways is that they are not alone.
Morgan is a junior in NY! She is super excited to participate in GWN’s Writing 360 program and hopes to explore different genres including prose, poetry, narratives, etc. Outside of writing, Morgan is also very passionate about STEM, specifically computer science, and sharing resources to empower others to pursue their goals!