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He exhales sharply, swings out a pack of Marlboro’s, offers me one. I tug, shaking hands and watch the smoke tumble to the ceiling. Pen and..

I’m twirling my great-grandmother’s ring around my finger, grinding in burns; back on the couch where tears have been shed and promises we..

Oh, What a thrill! The cold burrowing through skin and bone Eighty pounds even today And I am tapping my foot thinking, Ten more pounds, ten more ..

I long to wrap myself in deception and slip into amnesia get lost in the dazzle of a million pigments screaming let me go, let me go And i loo..

And you still haunt me. I get the chills when I think of myself cowering there. And you towering over me. When will all this go away? Will it ever ..

You never once glanced at the specks of nothing on my plate. The scraping of metal on china. back and forth, ceaseless. Unrelenting. You are bli..

I found a haven against the nape of your neck as I pressed my cheek against it. but these fears - - they go beyond the uncomfortable warm sensatio..

Sunset. A popsicle orange filters through the blinds and here I am on my knees with a rag. There is blood everywhere. My hand frequently shoots up..