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My stories

Black

with a raincoat on, she stays safe in the shower but when it rains it pours, her color turns a toxic slick bitter black
Cherry

this day this roof

Life happens on rooftops twenty feet above the passersby where strangers forget to look, love is made. squeeze, shimmy--shoot up the ladder to make it

Motivation

Do you remember the first time you tried? The first time you screwed up and someone moved you to fix it. The broken house, the mess you made, your unfinished business,

Shake the Snow

A child of Alabama, giddy with glee Ventured out from the cupboard that smelled like death for a couple of hours Into the last day of snow and before I could see the ground.

Make Believe Conversation

But then there is one particular dream I keep coming back to. A dream involving someone I met a handful of times. Someone who once was real but now lays sleeping in a quiet grave.

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