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Atticus, I’m Sorry.
Sometimes/ i imagine his place / in the dirt / in the wind in / the lines in / my eyes / as that shadow fades / in the mourning light / and empathy deranged / is forced back upon me. Read more
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How Much Good is There in the World?
‘Much’ meaning Quantifiable / As if good can be quantified. / Do we count every piece of shrapnel that / Did not enter flesh / And count that as good? Read more
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The Mason Jar
For an immeasurable amount of time, my life was cocooned by blackness, with no company but my own thoughts. Read more
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Alabaster Mascara on a Damaged Mannequin
I must be a mannequin that grew sentience; in that strange nightmare of feeling wrong and untouchable, rhythmic sins in my mind flow down like ropes of bile, unlovable, undesirable, repugnant and perverted, I reel from it, sometimes revel in it, repeat it and accuse myself of it, generous self-hatred bears a fearful prize. Read more
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Grave Lies
When I die Where will my loved ones see me buried? Within the fired synapses of people I cared for And held gently in passing thoughts that Evaporate like soft steam from morning tea Read more
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If Humans Can Live Anywhere, Can’t Monsters?
Full-sized mirrors surrounded Cat, forcing her to gaze at the empty stares of a woman’s silhouette. Her arms were crossed, and she was cradling a baby. A smaller, hand-held mirror materialised neatly into Cat’s hand, becoming inundated with memories—forcing her to fixate on forgotten dreams gone by. Her gaze lingered on Ian, the deepest and… Read more
Creative
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