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Buried
I speed through an unfamiliar neighbourhood in an expensive car,crying, for show, and out of frustration,because you’re going to get away with it.You will wither away in your wooden prison,and I’ll ask you ‘who’s sorry now?’,but it will still be me,because you will be still and silent,expired and exhausting,always hiding. Everyone says that revenge is…
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By Design
Your power was my own now,but it felt foreign to my fingertips,You had been a stormy stone for so long,struggling to summon me home,just bones, returned to the earth,your name etched into the slab of grey,no guilt, just a strange discomfort,and an obligation that never felt quite urgent. It was nothing to be frightened of.…
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She Has Reached The Anger Stage
She was scattered across the house,secret ashes that he couldn’t let go of,as if there had been a fire,a small, silent child ripping across the sideboards and the dining room table with a rage he couldn’t remember,but begrudgingly accepted. “That’s my special girl.” His voice was hoarse as he showed his neighbours his hoarded images…
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Making Arrangements
It had been three days and a handful of hours since that man became my problem again.I thought I’d cast him out and set myself free,but ghosts never quite let go. Another who wronged me, dead,yet I’m too snowed under with paperwork to seek revenge,worrying if resentment will give me worry lines,and if I have…
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The Day He Burned Her Portrait
The child was once atop the mantle,her girlish smile, chiselled into chipmunk cheeks,blue and white pinafore dress, the princess of the schoolyard,staring out at her protector as he picked up the frame she rested in,barely able to speak, or to scream,as she was lost to the fire.