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When I was younger And staring into the heat of Flames I created Camping I forget with who or Exactly when I got too close and Didn’t realize Until much later My eyelashes singed Short, like the bristles of A beard They grew back My brief concern, like all my …
My boyfriend can compartmentalize pain. He labels, organizes, and files it away. An unnecessary inconvenience – easily managed – that occupies the space it’s supposed to. Which makes the sweat pooling on his brow and the distant look in his eye all that more terrifying and impossible to understand. When …
Why don’t dying suns Have anxiety? Maybe they do Built up, bubbling, pressure Moments from explosion The density Of responsibility And thermonuclear fusion Creates mass Carried effortlessly By nothing and everything The tipping point between A black hole And everything we know
There are these trees in Sydney that captivate an essence. They erupt forth from their massive centers, branches hurtling for the sky, touching it and falling short all at once. Dark white bark envelopes this creature like pale, leathery skin; joyously aged. Your cacophony of limbs wraps around me, oh …
A friend goneNot for the first time, but the last He skipped after Alice down the rabbit holeShrieking with laughterHe got lost in high darknessfound no happily ever after Years of memories, words unspokenHearts shattered and friendships brokenLost souls fit in stolen walletsHome and bed became alleyway pallets He couldn’t …
While cleaning, Martha found something she’d forgotten all about. Her purple hair clip from elementary school. The big, plastic kind that snaps back and forth – open, closed, open, closed. When Martha recognized what it was, she paused… then sat down. She fingered the object in her hands idly as …
Messieurs Alenna and Daniel 666 Like Totally RoadMy Town, MD Re: Notice of intent to evacuate Dear Monsieur or Madam, This expertly crafted letter constitutes my written notice that I will be departing from the plush comfort of my basement chateau on August 15th, at the end of my ethological …
Tim was born in Arlington, VA, but he’s Californian through and through. He’d already been questioning his decision to move to Florida from San Diego when the rumbling began. Ice shook in cocktail glasses and half-drunk patrons vaguely shot questioning glances around them. Tim paused for a moment mid-shrug, then …
Where do we go when we dieif all we’re doing is dying then maybe we’re already there. Where does dying decide to be, if deciding – doing – does. Does doing mean we’re dying too, or only distracting from doing – death? If dying doing does decide, to do a …
