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Honky-tonk country music blares from the speakers. People around Morgan hold paper plates piled with stale chips and warm salsa, laughing, chatting, a..
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A knot grips the pit of my stomach, squeezing, dragging me to kneel over. Dry heaves, my mouth tastes metallic, the flavor of my salvia is foreign. My..
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My body slept in my bed as I visited my deceased father. Gravity pulled me away from him, gently but instinctively, a voice whispering you can’t..
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I wrinkle my nose and my mouth quivers, pushing my sangria aside after the first sip. It tastes like dirty socks laced with red wine.I am passionate a..
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I pull the blinds down, the moonlight peeking through to get a glimpse of me. I’m in a bra and panties, not my usual underwire and high-waisted ..
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Darlene steps out into the sun for the first time in months, pulling crisp air into her lungs.The smell of the sun beating on tar under her feet sends..
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The hum of the heater circulating. Jingle of keys, door closed softly. A man whispers Darlene’s name. 11pm newscaster’s voice cut off by c..
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A stale, half-eaten burrito on the desk. Yellow sticky-notes scattered around his laptop and on the screen that sayFirst issue goes out on Tuesday. Ha..
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Here are some scraps from what was an insanely imagery dense poem. Either enjoy or use any of them as prompts if they inspire you. ✨I’m a..
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She digs into her chest until her fingers bleed. No matter how many pages she writes or how deep she digs, she never gets to the root of all she holds..
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