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Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
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She lived a good life she told herself. She lived a good life because she demanded little- little materialistic comforts that is- at least this is what she thought- and what she demanded anyway was simple, aesthetic; sophisticated and perhaps even neat. Yes she was a neat…
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I can only say I’m glad/
it’s not me,
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She wasn’t the woman he knew as his mother. She wasn’t anyone, just a body, and barely that. When had it happened? One crystal moment while she was sleeping? Or while a hospice nurse was lifting her from the toilet and into the chair in the shower?
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here’s the deal…
sorrow follows tears…
pain later for the happiness now…
is the joy something we only borrow…?
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When I rolled him under the bed, I thought I would sweep him out later with arms curled up like legs beneath the shells of cicadas I used to gather from the laundry porch and set on the kitchen counter to scare my roommates. At least, I did that until…
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“That’s right you stay right there!” shouted the old man as he peered over his shoulder. “Don’t come any closer!” The tennis balls dragged across the ground leaving green fuzz in their wake.
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She could feel him going limp inside her, and the anger swelled as he lit another cigarette with the previous one, paying her little mind other than to blow the smoke in her general direction.
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War, greed and constant fights for wrong,
Had earned Sarash terrible strife.
Now, nearly alone with no place to belong
The old warrior faced off with his life.
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Yesterday morning I sank to the depths of hell and barely crawled out in time. There is no answer except possibly death that will find me relief from his distant presence. I am free but yet I am not and I slowly sink into a hollow world where nothing hurt
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Reluctantly, Meredith let Jeremy look over her shoulder at the pictures she was editing. She noticed that there was something in his eyes that disturbed her, but perhaps she was misreading him.
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Back then, the summer was made of real dirt, hard dirt, shattered shale that lodged under your fingernails, a lifetime of black blot tattoos, ink that penetrated, infiltrated, streaking sepsis with the infectious words, fuck him, fuck you,…
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There was absolutely nothing that stood in the way of our impertinence. There were only new mornings for us to enter, running headlong, or perhaps slowing in the heat to roll the dice with baseball cards as a…
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Out of respect, I would honor my father, put on a clean, starched shirt and hand buff my shoes, laced as tightly as the tone that sealed the room. I understood that walking over the dead, barefoot or otherwise, was tempting fate, and will admit…
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As much as he missed Martin he knew that their time together had passed, even though neither of them wanted it to.
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