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Are plaguing the life that I had plannedCold Toes, Past WoesAre tearing the joy from my proseLong Nights, Wrong fightsAre keeping me from the fight that is rightDark Eyes, Tied HandsWhy can’t I understand?Can you look into my eyes and …
“I’ll be back in, like, two minutes.” “That’s not even remotely true. The station is five minutes away.” Noel groans, tossing her hair back. “Okay, I’ll be back long before you or anyone else wakes up.” Ava’s eyes narrow. “I’m …
Thomas rounded the corner, dodging the on-comers like traffic cones on a test track. He had to tell Lydia what he’d found. She was the only one who could pull the plug on this nightmare. A left, then a right. …
Hanging from the ceiling, I see a pot of old dirt with a big fat plant sitting on top of it. Not rooted however, for this “plant” is just a fake one. Collecting dust in my room and not sunlight. …
The sun rises cold and unfeeling. Bare limbs of steel reach into the sky, with claw-like fingers and nowhere to rest, shedding their leaves into the hard packed earth. Two bare feet still try their luck, venturing out on decaying …
Every night, we sit at the table, hard and unmoving between us.Every night, we quietly eat our dinner, you scroll through your phone, uninterested.Every night, I ask about your day. I sit at attention, praying for more.Every night, you say, “It was fine.”Every …
Doubt, why do you stand on me crushing my breath?Don’t you see I am God’s?Tremble at His work inside of me.You will surely fall when I start to grow in His power and hope, which lives inside of me.When you …
So you tumbled down this foul trench, ay? Reading these words means you have asked for help ONE too many times. Not appreciated, bait worm! The law and rule of goblin shack is, don’t chirp like sad lost birds! But …
Her hair.Cinnamon waterfallsthat drowned me.Her teeth.Thirty-two shimmeringoyster treasures.Her nose.A steep ridge ofsculpted confidence.Her laugh.Melts my stability,I crumple. Happily.She glances my way.Dark jaspers shredmy composure.She stands.A reincarnationof Venus de Milo.She’s in front of me now.Heart an alarm,mind a canvas.“Get ready for …
There are four things you need to know before you read this: In fairy tales, the heroes always are human. Honest, blunt, exploding with good intentions, golden as the sun. In fairy tales, the Fair always are evil. Tricksters, subtle, …