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That wretched foul room (Locked within it), Foul not in the sense of foulness But, For it's cleanliness and sterile surfaces. All except for the e..

Improv poetry

First and last lines borrowed from the Tori Amos song 'Winter.'

Sometimes I just want to escape. That’s what I was really thinking. My ex had called me earlier that morning about getting some coffee &lsquo..

When I was younger I could never understand why the older boys Were older then me, Though they were nine and I was seven. When I was younger Ev..

6 months ago- I ate my heart. It was the worst thing I've ever tasted, But I continued to mash, rip, tear My ventricles. My teeth still show si..

I was careless. I wanted to alleviate my thoughts, My thoughts had turned against me Conjuring up my past to haunt me Just for the pleasure of p..

She sat across from me with her arms folded. I’d occasionally glance over at her, but I didn’t want to give her the pleasure of eye contac..

The Girl you see in your dreams, A standard of your own personal perfection, The Girl that is told to not exist, But I search yet. Because I kno..

“How do you do that?” I asked her. We were lying next to one another on her bed. I had just gotten of school when she called me on my c..