You know, little face with intentional ignorant eyes, what you’ve done to this place? I made waters with grace, green pastures, and stately skies. You…
Prose & Cons
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He gave her his heart that February evening, when the winter chill was enough to freeze the puddles in storm drains and paint frost swirls…
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I. after the first night we met, i dreamt in color once again. i had forgotten what it looked like to see visions of fuchsia…
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There are times when I hate myself. Not very often, not very long, but just enough that I feel like crying, lying curled up in…
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There are letters in me…an alphabetical myriad of combinations and connotations…twenty-six letters I’ve known since childhood…their potential unbeknownst to me…the years will soon teach me…
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Her straggling vulnerable breaths batter her already beat down lungs. Thickness and noise choke her last chance for fresh air. What’s left? Two gradually rotting…
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The waves wish and wash over the grains of sand, whispering secrets as they kiss land. “Hush, hush,” they say. My…
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i. Falling, falling slowly. An uphill battle within my mind. Crawling, crawling quickly. Through this space to reclaim my life. I never knew what to…
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today, i lift my eyes towards the sun. i recall watching your hello transform the light into a tender orange. today, i would like to…
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stripped seems too harsh a word to describe how life was taken from you. the angel came hovered by your hospital bed. a bed i’ve…