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  • Fiction > Romance
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    You wear your tags beneath your shirt. My fingers twitch when I remember how I have known the skin on your chest where the metal letters now press. I look at your face, searching. You stare at my worrying hands. Are you searching, too? My hands are the same. I can’t see the blood on yours, but ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    You do not look dead. Only quite sleepy. I think I’ll imagine you a dove, so you can soar like the bird you were. Maybe you’ll call. I’ll know you by your golden glow. You had soft hands and a warm heart, drooping feathers like a willow weeping. You taught me birds like to fly in ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I remember us in the fall when my scarf still had wrinkles from being crushed in a drawer and my eyelids fluttered like the leaves on the trees whenever you looked my way. I remember the apple slices you put in my mouth sticky sweet crushed against my cheek and I can’t help but think if the...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She gave to me three moments. I have kept them nestled them in my palms doves with soft broken wings. They will not fit, you see. I have tried to slip them beneath my tongue but they dribble out in something like a weep through the cracks of my teeth. I have grasped them between my toes...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Sometimes I find myself wishing. Wishing horrible things that have no place other than the dark cage in the back of my brain where all my most wretched thoughts go. Things like how I sometimes wish that my sister was dead. That her heart stopped in the first three months, like the white-haired docto...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    His sandpaper complexion was creased with lines of age and sin, connecting the features on his face like a dot-to-dot. His eyes half closed and bulging, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. On his back he wore a mountain of vague clothing in tired colors, torn at the seams and dragging on t...

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