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Melted

This fire will be the death of me. I can’t contain it, I can’t fight it. My veins are flowing with lava, burning me alive from within. My skin is hot to the touch. I’m scratching at my arms and shins like I might be able to pierce the flesh and rip the heat out […]

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11:11

  It’s that time of day when I hear a voice. Socrates called it a daemon, his ‘internal oracle’ – his demon? a higher self? divided mind? we let our conscience be our guide, but where do our earthly thoughts reside? My guardian angel keeps time, my muse whispers till I turn, turn around and tune it […]

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Something Mean

The girl drew in her sketchbook every night. Pictures of dragons curled on top of piles of gold, guarding their hoard protectively, pictures of unicorns prancing through fields of clovers underneath bright, blue skies. Princesses, castles, cities made entirely of flowers. Always something colorful. Drawing was an escape from reality, which was gray and cold. One […]

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Cat Lover

She was a cat more than anything else – she loved to stretch across the floor, with black hair that stuck, on all my white socks. She screamed for love, but purred with soft groans. And her green eyes, so huge,  always watching, always waiting, I gave full consent, and unwound at her touch.   Tricia Sankey Image Credit […]

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Good Morning

Good morning, my Glory, Good morning.  I’ve been waiting for you  For hours. You are a beauty and a treasure, You are the reward for painful patience. Good morning, my Glory, Good morning. You always make me wait  For hours

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Science

Our chemistry is not your mama’s old science fair project It’s the real deal There’s enough chemicals between us, Einstein would blush The air crackles when we’re near The slow burning hiss of complimentary compounds getting too close to each other No test tube could contain it The combination of his touch and my lust creates a […]

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Wither 

Wither, wane, wilt. There is no amount of sunlight that can save you, No water so pure that can quench your dying thirst. This is the end of you, My parchment petals. This is the end of you, My bone dry roots. This is the end.

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