Morning

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Fix me

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Cant take it No more

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The Price

A short poem describing how I feel on antidepressants. Or rather, how I don't feel.
Cherry

Justice (Chapter Seven)

Clara is moved from the compound.

Postcards From the Beyond - Chapter 9

“Welcome aboard, I'm Gin, ships cook.” Wattles of flesh down the sides of Gin's neck wobbled as he spoke.
Gold cherry

My Family and Other Animals

Most mornings I wake at dawn. My sister snores opposite me in the double bed she claimed. "But I sleep diagonally!" "That's not a disability." There's no reasoning with some people.

Hysterical Trees

A bit of wind and the trees are waving boughs like little girls screaming at a spider or a dessicated dead mouse teenagers hearing creaking steps after a seance

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