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  Only when Lit

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Jack your eyes are bloodshot. You smell musky, green. You look dazed, but it's the only time you've ever really looked at me like there was a person inside you. Without the weed, you are just a lantern with no candle. A Jack-O-Lantern (ha) unlit. But when you're soarin...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Thousand Knots (weren't enough)

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  The knots in my bracelet are coming undone, While the knots in my stomach tighten, constrict. The purple string is unraveling. I remember the day you tied it around my wrist, Promising forever with a thousand knots....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Scar Tissue

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  I don't need him I don't need his compliments to float through the telephone wire and slither in my ear Because once he's gone they'll fester turn ugly and backwards lies. I don't need his kisses leaving trails from my lips to my neck. Bread crumbs that will lead me to him after he's ...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Innocence in a Nightie

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  My daddy was laughing in the office. I poked my head through the door to see what was so funny. Me, as a four year old, on the screen of his computer, telling him that I loved this movie called ‘the gwife’, known to the general population of ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’. I had a slight l...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Insatiable

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  He's hungry again clawing at my ribs breaking me apart. A long grotesque nail catches my heart and soon I am drowned from the inside in blood. MORE! he rumbles shaking my body. GIVE ME ANOTHER! he screams so loud tears start to form. The pills! he says, I need them! I throw two Pr...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  As You Were

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  As you were. they always say. But how many Changed for the worse after their service? Post-traumatic stress grief death. Never as they were before....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Appearance

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Eyes closed but never sleeping Irises exposed but not aware. Lips curved but no happiness Tears fall but no relief...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dropping Stitches

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Suddenly while knitting a scarf, the first scarf ever, my first knitting experience, taught by Gramma, I smell Toaster Strudels. There's a hole in my scarf I must have dropped a stitch. The bottom starts to unravel. Gramma? What do I do? The purple yarn is coming undone twisting like ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Flavor of Life

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Childhood tastes like Cap'n Crunch. Cap'n Crunch tastes like summer and my brother and warm summer mornings. Poptarts taste like Washington like our old house with the two steps down to the TV room. Grampa's house tastes like fudge bars and enchiladas. Enchiladas taste like...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Sense of Calm

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Sometimes After the playlist on my iPod has finished I just leave my headphones in. In my room, everything remains quiet like the background music never stopped playing. I pretend that I'm listening in the hallways at school but really I just like to hear the chaos. I pretend I ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Theif

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  I stole Father Time's hourglass and the Sand Man's tiny rocks. I am the reason that time goes quickly when you are having fun. I am the reason that it seems to take forever before your special one texts you back. I am the one who keeps you up thinking about him. I am the on...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Faded

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  I feel different from the rest of them. I'm not quite comfortable. I put on a facade of happiness around them, and when I get home, I'm completely wiped out. I sleep for hours, and wake up really mad. I have to go for a run just to pound it all out of me. I can't wear shorts or skir...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dreaming...

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  At a Waffle House on Christmas day me and my mom and my dad sat down in a grimy booth. The grease on the table made it look shiny and clean but as soon as I touched it I knew different. A young boy about my age came to wait on us I wore my striped glasses a Rocket To The Moon T Sh...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Last I Saw

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Came home in a box the last of him I saw a flag draped over the casket sobs blanket his memory. Whispers pull the blanket off... he wasn't a good man they say his son is better off they say. Whispers that he deserved it whispers that we can all hear Whispers that cloud his m...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Of Course Not

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  "Well?" I ask gently. "Well what?" You say. "Are you going to tell me who you like now?" please be me please be me "I still don't think I'm over her yet." You're talking about Kate. That girl who broke your heart. That girl who kissed ot...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Ravens of Fate

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  The ravens of fate as the Grimm brothers called it are perched upon your head talking to each other bickering, really over what is to come and how to stop it. What is to come you ask. The first raven answers “Your soul will be impure from this day and onward.” How can I sto...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Noisy Silence

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  I hear nothing when people talk and when they don’t I feel them walk. In the silence I hear the world I hear her groaning wishing for peace I hear her moaning wishing quiet In silent noise, I hear it called from all the voices old or small Protect my family keep me safe help ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Pushing Daisies, Tossing Roses

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Her favorite color was purple. She was so alive, you could see it in her eyes. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she talked. Her name was Emily Rose. Last April, a week before we were due to graduate the eighth grade, she crossed Pacific Coast Highway on her own. She'd probably ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  In the Winter

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  In the winter snow binds my mouth but not my feet. I walk for miles through the snow reveling in the hush it casts over us finally peace finally escape. In the winter snow binds my mouth but not my feet I cannot speak, for then the hush would be broken the peace the escape broken. ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Her Name is Dani

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Her name is Dani. My brother, Steven, met her at a party. She was sixteen, he was eighteen. She had beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and an amazing endearing smile. But she had terrible acne, and she'd had braces for the last four years of her life. She always wore her white and grey Northfa...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  This Is Your Mind...

  

  By bahannahpeel, bloomington, IL

  Long, dark corridors surround me and I am trapped. How am I going to get out of this place? I run, my tennis shoes make loud echoes on the tile floor, sending reverberations up and down the walls. I open a door. A screen fills the far wall, a video of me when I was five, riding on a John Deer tr...