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Fire

Fear tastes like wet paper Soggy and choking In the back of my throat. Bravery feels like swallowing fire Gasping Scorching my stomach Making my hands tingle I want to be brave like a forest fire Usefully Clearing the brush … Continue reading

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Seashell and Driftwood

He was a content old man Face lined like driftwood Whiskers and woolen Smelling of tobacco, tea, and whisky A quiet home, a steady fire A habit of reading and walking His company was kept Over pints at the pub … Continue reading

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Overcast Beach

Damp sand beneath me Between my fingers, pressing my palms A slow breeze whipping my hair The smell of wet pebbles and kelp, Salt and the horizon Grey waves brushing the shore White caps and froth An overcast sky Deadwood … Continue reading

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Wool

Soft wool thread slides between her left fingers, Leaving a gentle callus on the knuckle As the time flies by. The cold metal hook never quite warms In her right hand, as it weaves In and out, knotting. Making a … Continue reading

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Liar

She stands in front In a neat jumper Wedding bands on manicured hands Holding a paper heart. “This is your love. Each time you have sex, You give a piece away.” She begins tearing. Ripping until There’s just a piece … Continue reading

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How long could I look at your face?

Sometimes, I know. I’ll love your face for a day and a night Engrave it in my memory And move on. Sometimes, I know. I’ll stare in fascination at your eyelashes and lips For one entire moment, drinking them them in And saving … Continue reading

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Fears

Why is your hair so big Why is your butt so big Why aren’t your clothes matching Why are you wearing that? Why do you look so different from me? I remember each sting. I remember each harmless joke. They are … Continue reading

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