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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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Forgiveness Is Never Free
I tried to cry when you wandered off.I stood before the mirror,staring with so much struggle at the earthy eyes you gave me,willing them to weep,but there was a drought,a deficit of devastation,no matter how much I scolded and shamed myself. I put on an Ella record,recalling the time that you told me that Billie…
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Jam Sandwich
He grew like a weed,sprouting and towering above me,but in my eyes,he was still five years old,jam under his fingernails,reaching up with a smile and sticky hands. When he was three, he struggled to speak,but by thirteen, I couldn’t shut him up,always gabbing,babbling about the football as dinner falls from his excited mouth,a stern stare…
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You Were Just There
Last night,I played with fire,this morning,I woke up, drowning.It’s just the way of the world, my love,one day you’re an empress, the next you are empty,but last night, you said you loved me,and I ruled the world as a ghost for a moment,crown, trembling atop my tresses as you undressed me with nervous, nimble fingers.I…