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Poetry Writing

between branches

she wants her fingertips to numb underneath the icewater, then she can ease it down her neck, letting the water drip across her skin like she hopes his breath will trace her spine. suddenly he returned like the first fall breeze melted into summer heat. Their shadows pressed together as he held her back to his chest, teasing and cupping her hungry flesh. the tree roots had deepened—spread and learned…

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Poetry Writing

4.8.17

So with a sigh and a soft nudge the Mariana trench, spreading wide, wild, and empty from collarbone to wide breathing ribs was stitched together. Breathing became solid and full with each lilt of his lips against her skin. He turned, faced her straight, pulled her from the squall. The Siren of Mariana shall sink no more ships to fill her Pacific heart. Her tears floating her instead toward heat.…

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Poetry Writing

11/9/16

The sun had the audacity to warm my skin the next day. It rose even though I was unable to, burrowed under blankets listening to the hollow scratching between my legs that was reawakened by fear. I was a victim who was once again reprimanded for being a victim. I was a woman too afraid to walk the streets. I was a heart too terrified by what i knew my…

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Flash Fiction Writing

the one cool night of summer

I felt the craving in the roots of my teeth, in the roots of my hair. The craving to be awake, to run and not let my lungs or my ankles stop me. The prickling pull of sleep pressed into my right eyelid heavily, churned and begged for my fist to rub and rub and rub. The greatest relief is always itching your eye until it feels like your eyeball…

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Poetry Writing

ceramic skin

You had a penchant for breaking plates when things got tough, you said. Now remember staring across at me, through the hope of candlelight, cradling promises across to me on your lips. You look like porcelain. milky skin; soft. white. clean. Now remember laying in my bed, never quite believing I was real, you said. Your tongue marbleized, crystallizing around mine, melding me to you in the most beautifully cruel…

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Poetry Writing

Edge I

I bit my lips wide open; ruined them. I know what it was to leave you in your bed. To feel you against my skin for the last time as I sat against your sink and smelled you in my hair. (No, No, No) Empty rose petals were swallowed by screwdrivers made of bone. I sucked and sucked for more flavor from the petals, tucked the single flower up against…

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Flash Fiction Writing

hush

My mouth tasted like screaming. Everything was silent but I could still feel the hum of the scream on my teeth and in my fillings. The darkness I woke up to was hollow and foreign although I could smell my bedding surrounding me. I stared into the black and waited to feel settled in my own flesh again. I tried to remember the last time I felt settled in my…

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Thoughts

Dear Body,

Dear Body, It’s been a long time coming for me to sit down and write this post for you. Quite frankly, you scare me and you’ll have to excuse the fact that I had to take a shot for luck before I could stand and face you. Down the hatch, to the page. You’re beautiful. You are wanted. You are loved. You are even loved and wanted by the one…

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Flash Fiction Writing

everything in its right place

I remember thinking refineries produced clouds, dream factories spilling fluffy hope into the sky. But then I grew up and saw that they were just fountains pumping poison down through our nostrils until they ate our lungs away. Still as I drive past, I see the smoke sloughing out of the chimneys and can’t help but find it beautiful even as I breathe the death deep down into my veins.…

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Poetry Writing

simple little thoughts.

The lawn gnomes had all lost their hats and the one that was my favorite, the one that held a flower, had walked away from our lawn after he pulled me into him on my doorstep after our first date. I pictured the gnome’s little face twisted into contempt as he started at this man who had held my door for me all night and smiled at me as I…

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