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The Roses You Give Me Never Die by Brianna Castle
my heart is an unruly songbird it whistles a song only you managed to become accustomed toits melody is now sewn into your spirit i am a set of nesting dollsand you have peeled back all my layers we are stuck together like pollen on a beeyou coat all my wounds with honey you bathe…
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Gigantic by Carla Bender
The rays of the morning sunshine pierced through the window and landed on the floor with a silent gong that had more effect than a grandfather clock striking time at the start of a new day. She had a date, but it wasn’t with just anybody. In fact, it was a date she held faithfully…
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Body and Heart by Faith Crawford
I think my body feels heavy from the weight of the hands that have touched me. It has taken me too long to learn the difference between holding body and heart; I’m still trying to scrub your fingerprints from my skin. My heart longs to be lifted. Too many hands have held my skin too…
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When the Moon Calls by Kendi Long
With every hour that slips through my fingers, a part of me withers away. I can feel my soul fleeing, the magic of the moon depleting, creating an empty void that I am being dragged into. I pressed my chin against the pale skin of my chest, hiding my face in the shimmering ivory hair…
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Pink Juice Kind of Day by Hailey Bucha
As I take another stepMy stride gets a bit slower.My breaths get a bit lower. All I ever hear them ramble,“I don’t know how you do it”I’m to the point I question myself.How do I walk into another room?one that’s filled with so much gloom. As I walk away with another lifeless body in hand,one…
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Stolen Dreams by Anna Gezon
I poured more coffee into the flimsy paper cup marked with my name ‘Alexandra’ from the ancient coffee maker in the worker’s lounge area. The coffee tasted like watered-down tar, but I don’t complain, at least they gave us free coffee. I willed the very little caffeine in this watered-down coffee to start up my…
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The Truth about Marriage by Kay Kittrell
Lenore made her way into the living room from the kitchen bouncing on her heels. Her black pin curls bobbed with every step. “Hey babe, look at this cute baby book,” she said with a grin. “I’m thinking we could paint the nursery with either this nice shade of lavender or not! Maybe this nice…
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Fire Ants on the Peonies, First Home, Kumiko by Madeline Neway
FIRE ANTS ON THE PEONIES In my cradle of veiny greenI am birthed into the saturation.A tick of the little hand and I shed my skin likeA child’s discarding of her blanket. From the decay I emergeA brilliant, white puss moth.Berkana cast onto the cloth,The Birch Goddess takes my place. Like the dodoI am gifted…
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Drip, Use Me, and You by Amber Leedy
DRIP Drip. Drip…drip… The faucet that has needed fixing for weeks carries a constant reminder of your to do list adding up. The texts from those who care about you asking if you’re okay. How do you answer that? Are you? Sometimes you’re great and sometimes you’re fighting the urge to scream at the top…
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