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Just Not Getting ItA bottle of the neighborspink prescribed pills,rattle as she runs by.Knowing;her loyaltyonly goes so far.She has a bone to pickwith..
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GraduationPassive aggressive sarcasm,sedated;listening to the soundof someone else’s drum.My head hurts in the morningsanother secret slipped ou..
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The Devil in the DetailsThe core of the appleis salt,bitter seedsand though skin,the browning of exposed flesh.A truth begets rumorin the ears of peop..
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The WaitingThe pain rips through me,my arms,my chest,my head.It’s the addictionI’m wallowing in.Tasting rotted fruitwhile the radio scream..
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TurnstileThe mornings have strange echoes,old bones creekto the soundof digitized Elvis recordings.Medication is passed outin small pastel cups,baring..
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White Trash MagicThey ought to know by now,I only drink champagnein the morning;be it rainor shine.No longer having the tastewithout the fizz,I could ..
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The TrailThere was a sticky trainof sweet apple sauce,starting in the kitchenand making craters down the hallway;not so clean,this getaway.Smeared und..
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The CleanerAmazed at the waythe rubber glovesalmost fit,as if madefor someone just like her,but different.She started in the kitchen,bruising her knee..
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Gone MissingIt’s not the needlethat does the damage,the painis just a symptomof her problem.The realization of life,“she,” could hav..
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PatienceMislead;an unwanted adventure,more like,the licking ofthe ice cream bowl.She screams “Patience!”most impatiently.And bares her sou..
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