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  Skin Talks

  

  By TheShyOne,

  I. it’s funny how skin talks. but it’s a rare resounding whisper that can’t speak without the collision of another’s skin to talk to, without the gentle touching of shaking palms and gentle finger figures. II. and my skin’s been silent ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  An Author's Note

  

  By TheShyOne,

  Just so you know. This story isn’t for you, nor for me, nor for the fervent starving eyes of other lost and troubled readers seeking refuge in relatable words. What you take from my fiction, my romanticized lies, is only an illusion that reflects your soul twenty times more tha...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Size Six Now Starving

  

  By TheShyOne,

  She’s porcelain, skin bound to frail white bone beneath her blush-painted face, a four o’clock flower bent to bloom, but waiting, waiting for another hour to take in sunshine, nourishment, the withering petals of a sickly girl who’s forced to press back starvation if only for the...