Beeme

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StoryUnexpected Intrusions of Beauty MistakenMagic3113 years 11 months ago
StoryTo Deconstruct Such as This MaggieG613 years 11 months ago
StoryOur Eulogy MaggieG1213 years 11 months ago
StoryPortrait Sikander713 years 11 months ago
StoryYour Violet Wind JoseHdz313 years 11 months ago
StoryDust Bowl Dance awsamy213 years 11 months ago
StoryPeter Pan hits maturity awsamy713 years 11 months ago
StoryDiary of a broken man (part one) awsamy813 years 11 months ago
StoryDiary of a broken man (part two, A Life Revoked) awsamy213 years 11 months ago
StoryThis Serpent Tongue Cannot Be Colonized JoseHdz2313 years 11 months ago
StoryA Prayer Surmise113 years 11 months ago
StoryTorn awsamy613 years 11 months ago
StoryNevaeh maggyvaneijk1713 years 11 months ago
StoryThe White House pledge awsamy213 years 11 months ago
StorySwimming Beeme1313 years 11 months ago
StoryRogue Embraces awsamy313 years 11 months ago
StoryQuietly sinking Beeme713 years 11 months ago
StoryThis is not a love letter Beeme513 years 11 months ago
StoryIntervention Beeme413 years 11 months ago
StorySpinning Beeme613 years 11 months ago
StoryA Settlers Trail Richard L. Prov...913 years 11 months ago
StoryIP Beeme413 years 11 months ago
StoryPromises Beeme213 years 12 months ago
StoryOranges and Lemons... Silver Spun Sand1414 years 2 hours ago
StoryInvention Beeme614 years 6 hours ago

My stories

Cherry

Today I am not eighteen

I am not a eighteen year old girl, slipping into tights which elongate my legs. Placing my hair into a silky bouquet sensing his eyes wash over me like breath;
Cherry

Photosynthesis- blinded by light

My uncle’s fighting today, the air in the living room is un-breathable. I study my nan’s antique vases, watch her tired hands rearrange flower heads. She is so happy that they are alive;

Cleanse

If you’d told me five years ago that today I’d still have these feelings. Shifting in my bones like memory, and that a sense of loss would stain my cutlery with fingerprints every night.
Cherry

We think better

There is only a short distance before it is all black; someone has taken a marker and scribbled through the axis of my body; I tell myself that it doesn’t matter that it is you
Cherry

Freedom

Houses are framed with dust, like ivory along dormant windows- sits squatting in the horizon. Blinking like a golden Buddha’s head rippling in the sun.

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