Category: Magazine
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Demon
Fuck! Stupid ant! I’ve been bitten. Talk about gaslighting. Tiny creature of trickery. You think it’s nothing, but god does it itch. Hydrocortisone stat! It’s not enough! Tylenol! Ice! Whatever. Bed time. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!
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Steady Breathing
I found peace within your steady breathing, Embodying the wind itself. Found shelter from the heat and the rain Under a vibrant tree canopy. But I realized I missed the rain, And the feeling of the sun on my skin. The leaves blocked out the silver moon, And silenced its ticking, Leaving Earth uncomfortably quiet.…
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Don’t Forget to Remember
Red threadtied around an index finger; a reminder, a reasonto remember.“Don’t let me forget.” How could I forget someone like you?Your smile isa blinding light. Your touch is soft silk.Don’t let me forget. A red circle on a calendar slowly creeps closer as a dayof little significance.Or is it?Don’t let me forget. Forget me notbut…
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Why do I see only rotting corpses?
Your face is a tomb, burying all those feelings underground, it seems until you friended me.Then, your secrets leaked straight out, skeleton’s fingers breaking the birch wood, and snaking out to bite me.Why do you infect me with your problems?I’ve your picture in my mind, but now the glass broke. The shards cut my skin,spreading…
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Home
Being alone always frightened me as a kid. When you’re little, you should be playing around, finding things you’re good at. I learned how to act when I found that shapeshifting parts of me to please others made me more favorable as a friend. People wanted to be around me if I mirrored them instead…
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Breathless
Six year-old Max leaned on his elbow and gazed out the window of a truck driving alone on a forest road. Tree trunks whizzed by in pulsing blurs, which made his head sleepy. He peeked through the canopies to the looming waves of sea-blue mountains, rolling over a boundless carpet of green. Max’s father, Tom,…
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As The CD Skips
There’s not much that can be said about my father, both for the fact that he was a simple man and that he’s been dead for twelve years. Nobody at this wake knew James, the man he became after he died, and since neither my sister nor mother bothered to show up, that would never…
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The Tale of Night and Day
Hello Reader! Allow me to tell you the story of Night and Day, two halves of a whole. Bound by something greater than love, friendship or family. Something with no beginning, something with no end. Something with no name. Now, play close attention to the story, Reader. It is short but every word counts. Day…
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mom, no pienso que voy a ir al cielo
yo se que dije que quería irme de la casa, y todavía quiero, pero aveces se siente como yo sola me quiero alejarme de ti y todas las partes que siento que me has avergonzado. tú me has avergonzado. // i know i said i wanted to leave the house, and i still do, but…
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The Nest
Last winter, a year after my husband died, I looked out my kitchen window and saw a large squirrel nest high up in a tree. I thought to myself, “Look what that squirrel has done. The engineering and planning that went into building that nest. It’s sturdier than a skyscraper!” All winter I’d see that…