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A Poem by Kay
dear father,i have committed the ultimate revenge:i reached my handbehind the grey, croaking bars of my ribcagewhere i found the solemn thing beating,..
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A Poem by Kay
She tilted her head in quiet fatigue,her neck exposed to the wanton moon reaching out his bright finger.He traced her delicate armor with such deep am..
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![Solemn Sunday](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/1ceca41f6838ad9516c4440488652ca0.png) |
A Poem by Kay
Before Sunday comes to the end of its walkand reaches the doorstep of Monday’s dark home,I crawl, tucked tightly, across a choking mattressand c..
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![Consumed](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/166fa42d305654662ce70b1bf30b7cb9.jpg) |
A Poem by Kay
Sometimes darkness is just perfect -it’s all I want in that moment,to lie there,one leg beneath the sweltering bed covers for protection,second ..
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![Elusive](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/a70b1bdebb6be63fa25236284a5c02bb.jpg) |
A Poem by Kay
As the dream faded, she chased it -followed it down a rabbit hole into the center of the Earth,grasped onto its magnificent tail for a fleeting moment..
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![Corporate Distaste](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/77a262a151e121ec19654ce4219fd843.jpg) |
A Poem by Kay
Something inside me broke,like a wishbone on Thanksgiving,like a frail bridge under an elephant's foot,like my mother's heart on her wedding.I just do..
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A Poem by Kay
who are youstanding pensively in my room at nighthoney-eyed ghost withbirchwood black hairstrong shoulders looming protectivelyambivalent, stubbled ja..
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![At An Impasse](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/f75d2f414af8f81bf42f7aece8f62d32.jpg) |
A Poem by Kay
Biting down on the rim of a wine glass,I dare it to break for bloody cathartic release;there’s too much buttered rage spread acrossa skinny squa..
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A Poem by Kay
i saw her sitting on the stool,sipping away at herStarbucks coffee,the steam sensually swayingits hips between her eyes,but she was tentativelygazing ..
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A Poem by Kay
The war between what I haveand the reality that it cannot be shared is bloody.It crawls like a beetle in my veins,stabbing its pincher to make holes f..
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