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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Emma holds out her wrists. The cuts are small, a quarter length of a broken toothpick. The blood has already crusted, dried up like little red cherries forgotten on the tree. She offers them to me, asking me to reconcile her. I am no God. I cannot pull cherries from her weary branches. Al...
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    I have found my God sitting beneath the apple tree. He wears a pair of faded Goodwill jeans with holes at the knees. His legs are bent to his bare chest like a child’s when he sits up in bed asking his mother if there are monsters in the closet. My God wears a baseball cap, his overgr...
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    Tonight you wrap another shirt that smells like him around your pillow. His whispers return to you in the wrinkles of your bed sheets but your body is still cold, frozen in all the times you used to think he really loved you. His face, that expression he used to give you when you waved good-...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Floating face down in the pool; nobody noticed her struggle to swim...
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    The mouse nibbles on grass, unaware he, too, is breakfast....
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    Piles of mud digress from their corners and if one thing is for certain, next spring plants will grow back in three thousand shades of yellow. All the green has been wasted around the tombstones, long stems of grass kissing names of beloved with chilling September wind. Did you lose your m...
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    Poetry is the sleeping giant that when awake pours you a cup of tea. Onto paper he brings forth your inner demons and worst fears. As the hot water seeps into your lungs after your first sip of tea, he fills your throat with children that belong to you, though you have never met them. The ...
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    My little sister is not dead. My mother is not dead, and even though they were both there and got out alive, it does not mean that it’s okay. It isn’t. Don’t tell me that I should be okay and my ­family should be okay and that we should all stop imagining what life would be like if our b...

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