Cherry

Under The Stairs.

I open the cupboard under the stairs, fetching my bag from its hiding place. It waits, So patiently, for me to name the day; the day I leave for good, and today, is that day.

suggestions and answers

The Plan In the passage of time I lay claim to what I’ve found In Time you’ll see That you too can be set free From cares of life, gaining victory In time you’ll see

Welcome to my world

I woke up today, as you do, and immediately remembered my last thought before going to sleep last night. If I told you what it was, you’d think I was coocoocobana.

My Spoon Fell Into The Jelly Tub

Eating strawberry jelly fresh out of the fridge Attention wanders. Spoon falls- squish- Into the pink-red depths. Dilemma. If I stick my fingers in It'll be sticky, and messy, and awkward

Iva's Story

In 1990, my Grandpa passed away, He had a good life, he was 80 years old Wide eyed, I'd listen to every word he'd say, I relived every precious story that he told
Cherry

Flushed

There's an awful moment in any friendship when it becomes obvious that you no longer like each other. Pop quiz, hotshot. What do you do? 1. Call it a day

Death Has No Mercy prologue

The screaming started from the other end of the crowded train tunnel. Victims tried to escape the madness and are consumed by an airborne virus that contaminates on impact.

ice cream

i can still taste you sweet on my tongue lingering like ice cream when you have licked the cone clear you're like candy the sugar rush of your touch gives me a high

undergrowth

i was overgrown the wind making tangleknots of my thoughts the weeds curling entrails of past regrets stifling my growth then you came the sharp blades of your righteous anger

the page welcomes me like a lover

prose poem about the compulsion i get to write on blank pages!

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