Beeme
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Conversations | Beeme | 6 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Constellations | Beeme | 15 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Confessions to an Ex | Beeme | 7 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Complexion | Beeme | 11 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Complete me | Beeme | 15 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Cleanse | Beeme | 4 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Change (prose) | Beeme | 9 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Chances | Beeme | 7 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Can't Forget You | Beeme | 9 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Can you smell the jasmine blossom? | Beeme | 13 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | By the lake | Beeme | 21 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Butterfly Kisses | Beeme | 19 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Borders | Beeme | 6 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Benighted marriage | Beeme | 19 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Behind the mask | Beeme | 13 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Beautiful (II) | Beeme | 11 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Beautiful | Beeme | 14 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Barbed wire scars | Beeme | 2 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | As I watch you leave. | Beeme | 12 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Archive | Beeme | 5 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Antony and Cleopatra | Beeme | 8 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Angles | Beeme | 4 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | An important message | Beeme | 5 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Amy | Beeme | 20 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Almond tears | Beeme | 6 | 13 years 1 week ago |
My stories
Time we all live by
You never knew how I felt. Two ghosts sieved through the air, your translucent hand grasped my body-felt nothing. The noose around your neck; tied by your own hands
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My Body is the poem
The first time I nearly died, I woke up to my image staring back through the mirror. Shards of glass crystallising against my feet, dark stained blood sprouting poppies between my toes.
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Depressed
Whenever you say you’re going to leave me I try to remember how to love. But we’re two people who were never sure of this, so we arrive at a feeling of both pain and joy.
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Heart Exchange
they gave use the wrong hands back, and now all we see are your veins and this might be why; we light up our tv screen like candlelight in a church, and pray for a mother.
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