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Continue reading →: Morbid MindThis post alludes to suicide and could be triggering for some readers. What was a body, anyway? It was his home, certainly, though not a very pleasant one, or one that he particularly liked. And it wasn’t permanent, not that he wanted it to be. It would rot, eventually, and…
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Continue reading →: By the Water: A Short StoryIt was a warm day, but there were surprisingly few people at the lake than she had expected. They were mostly couples who had decided to take the day off work and spend it in the sun, basking in their own naked lust, allowing themselves to grow drowsy on a…
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Continue reading →: Where are there words?And so, I keep you close to my heart, the memory of us preserved in a deep and glittering resin. I would know you without form, at the end of all things. I released us dearly, though I miss you terribly, lovingly. Others do not know this – this inexplicable…
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Continue reading →: The Pattern– You dig your claws into my soul;that ethereal thing,as I give you my heart;that beating flesh. Knives with barbed ends sink into my skin –your doing . . . and mine too.Sometimes you give me your heart, true. Careful, tentative –never releasing your hand from that delicate organ.No matter,…
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Continue reading →: The GardenCome to the garden,where the butterflies are calling your name.The stream glides through the valley of your heart,holding a soul that it delivers to your door.Do you have the key to that garden,which is full of secrets? The ink is still wet,the pen still palpable,and your fruit is ripe with…
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Continue reading →: We are the sameDo I know you? Memory’s liquid storage, antidote to adulthood’s wretched jade. I know you: dust and flesh and soul bridging the stream between us. Am I you? Are you me? Do you remember this and this and this. Legacy of my own, who are we?
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Continue reading →: The QuestionThe rope; that vicious tied knot stands alone And a crowd is watching. A thousand eyes – one soul.
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Continue reading →: How I feel sometimesHow can I speak when I must be their shoulder? Do you feel upset, anxious, emotionally overwhelmed? Use me. I will be everything you need. Here are my legs. Take them. Break them so that you can stand. Here is my heart – It will beat your blood too. How…
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Continue reading →: Fighting With Your Best FriendThis isn’t a fight. It’s the fight. You know the one I’m talking about. The one that makes your gut churn and heart beat twice as fast while anxiety rips its way through your body like a hurricane. You think: Now I’ve done it. This friendship is ruined. There’s no…
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Continue reading →: I don’t want children. And no, I don’t think I’ll change my mind.
I’ve never wanted children. I knew it wasn’t something I wanted from an early age. Not once in my twenty years have I desired to hold a newborn in my arms, or feel my body change with the swell of pregnancy. I’ve not speculated on what a mini-me may look…
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