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Morning Accident
Scalded tongueBurns with curses —Hot coffee Poured down the drainBittersweet swirlsOf wasted pleasureWashed down In vacant streams An angry jerk Of the refrigerator doorBears a cold breathOver flushed cheeksIce cubes crudely culledFrom their deep bedsFor the surly monsterRolling out from its wet cave —Pink and scorched Saliva drips into the sinkThe burn cools She pours… Continue reading
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When the Night Comes
There is an intimacy that comes with the night. When the moon hoists herself high with unabashed flourish amid the glimmer of a star-studded sky. In the hours when the earth sighs soft and nocturnal melodies drift on the whistling wind. Here, in this room, where the walls are so thin they may not have… Continue reading
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1:03AM
I am afraid. That sole thought paces my skull like an echo of frantic footsteps over wooden floors. I am afraid that I no longer recognize who I am…or was when I first began writing here. I am afraid I no longer have that mind from which creative thought had bloomed — in an almost… Continue reading
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Staying Alive
Rupert’s hand would always go to his pocket when his sensibilities strayed too far beyond the fray. His focus would glaze, amber irises dimming like the telltale signs of life slowly ebbing from a character in a tragic film. He’d rub the things sheltered in his left pocket. Three rubiginous balls. Cold, plastic shells cocooning… Continue reading
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A Place to Belong
I could hear its dragging steps Through the shadowy streets Beneath the moon’s ivory gaze Its forlorn wail Like a wolf’s stricken howl As it searched— For what I wonder? I followed its path Felt its cold touch Graze my hand then slip away If I could I’d have merged myself With the wind And… Continue reading
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Prisoner
Prisoner — Of my own mind Banished to the black gorge Where dubious whispers And anxious fears Crawl the looming shadows Breathing hot against my neck Weighing my shoulders like lead And these clouded sockets— Tired and glazed Cannot see beyond the grey Fractured Disillusioned By the madness Blind to the guiding light Of radiant… Continue reading
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The Pearl
It was almost elusive to her: the pearl clutched in her palm. It was like a tangible manifestation of the hopes and dreams held close to her heart. Attainable and within reach; though her wishes weren’t as dainty nor as small. To those around her, friends and family alike, her dreams were far-fetched and laughable.… Continue reading
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Unwilling to Die
Rust collects within crevices Of these dried bones Striped with rotting sinews That have mostly forgotten The familiar mechanics Of wrapping around a pen Consumed by adrenaline The rush of creative flow Peppering through veins Enlivening still marrow To the mind’s spontaneous wiles But now these bones lay Frozen in a curled pose Of that… Continue reading
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Heart of Nature
Could this rain know greed? Though apathetic with its Monotone voice That never changes Despite its lilting intensity When its frigid teeth Bite into our flesh Gnawing and tearing At the earth with an Almost carnivorous intensity Unrelenting ‘Til its bosom heaves On a satisfied breath Is it greed? Perhaps the sins Thought to have… Continue reading
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Museum – Weekend Writing Prompt #122
There was an old museum set for demolition in a few days. But no-one cared for the history preserved inside. Some thought it should’ve been destroyed a long time ago for its preservation of faces from a generation lost and forgotten to time. It was nothing like viewing the preserved skin and bones of animals.… Continue reading
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