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Where Hope Is
Won’t you Lift your head, dear one? Gravity hangs Your porcelain neck In chains Dooming your dreams To be stomped out Crushed petals On the gunmetal pavement When did it all go wrong That you flinch At even the gentlest sound And recoil from a helping hand; Lacquered eyes glaring warily Through the thicket Of your lashes Rainbows have come and gone In the spaces Of every cosmic breath Vestiges left behind In the ubiquity Continue reading
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The Power of Words
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about words and the power they hold. Truthfully, they should have been as inconsequential as the pebbles and gravel at our feet, merely giving us that satisfying crunch beneath our shoes. Innocuous and benign. But they’re the fissures crumbling into wide jaws that can eat us alive, without remorse, Continue reading
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Musical Release
She often missed the sepia-toned days of having a cassette player. There’d been something soothing about listening to a rewinding tape, with the occasional crackle after she’d pressed play with a stubby finger, releasing rhythmic waves of catharsis. There’d been magic to music then and there was still nothing that could compare, in the way Continue reading
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Russian Roulette
She was stuck in the bowels of a nightmare. It was as if her skull splintered open as she jolted awake, choking on the sensation of her heart squeezing down her throat. She was back where she’d first found herself: in a barely lit room, sitting across from some stranger at a table. Between them Continue reading
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Orbit – Weekend Writing Prompt #201
In orbit…Of dandelion smilesAnd winks of marigoldMagic dancesIn the opalescent shimmerOf a butterfly’s wingsUnfurling nostalgic zephyrs Childhood memoriesSparkle from the dewy grass bladesWhere we once playedCupping firefliesWithin our sweaty palmsFull of starlight wishesBlazing effervescentWith our juvenile glee I really loved the word choice for this weekend’s challenge. Made me think of magic and light-hearted things. Continue reading
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Fallen Angel
Teardrops of an angel Pearls shatter upon the rocks With the swelling tide Crashing against the crescendo Of her plaintive cries For the heavens Will not open its gates for her The clouds tremble and wilt — Ashen billows At her touch And the wind will not Lend its grace To her desperate flight From Continue reading
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Writer’s Block
She kept going in circles Frustration bruising through The underbelly Of her pensive breaths As her muddy footprints Left behind blotches Of grey matter Over uneven cobblestones; A too-often trodden path Eclipsed in an inert silence Now leading to nowhere Without rescue From the rising sludge Of spilled ink Continue reading
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If the World Stood Still
She saw the world as a massive steam engine. Its rusted gears and pivots grinding endlessly, sputtering exhaust that crudely chided at the wind’s back. And people had no choice but to be caught up — strung by their hands and feet — in the madness of an endless toil. Like scrambling ants teeming this Continue reading
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Seashells on the Shore
Bella had started a treasure hunt for seashells, spurred by tales her grandmother had told her when she was a little girl. She’d heard seashells carried the voice of the sea. Dulcet murmurs full of secrets to be understood by keen ears and a quiet mind. But all the seashells she’d collected held barren echoes. Continue reading
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Guinea Pigs
Test tubes neatly aligned The essence of our being Collected and reduced To flows of fluorescent fluid Within tubular walls Too high for us to climb free So we are left To chance and the haunts Of its Cheshire smile As we are jostled and studied Under microscopic curiosity Intent on making us Worthy sacrifices Continue reading
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