Two Poems

Human Term(s)




  1. relating to or characteristic of people or human beings.

“the human body”

  1. fake, unreal, imagined, malleable, pathetic, skin sack
  2. someone is inside
  3. of us

“don’t kid yourself—you’re vile”

“like the rest of us—we we we are vile”


Human Condition(s)

How do you apologize for everything at once?  And then how do you escape the aftershock?

Amusing, isn’t it?

Barely able to admit we’re wrong, but we need to feel free again.

Seems appropriate, our impatience to get it all over with.

Of course, we want to call it selfless—the apology.

Let everyone think we love them.

Very much.

Even more than we love ourselves.

Maybe we do.

Every day, I guess we try to find out: do we love ourselves or each other?


Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, social justice, and philosophy. Her biggest inspiration is Walt Whitman, and she specializes in the free verse that he pioneered. Dye also writes (supernatural) fiction and (philosophical, personal, humorous) nonfiction occasionally. She aspires to change people’s lives and hearts with her words. You can find Dye’s published book of poetry, If I Just Look Hard Enough, for purchase on Amazon and Sweek. You can discover her other works via publications like Ang(st) Zine, mineral lit mag, Beyond Words Literary Magazine, and Malarkey Books.  Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter for more content.