Beeme

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StoryUnexpected Intrusions of Beauty MistakenMagic3114 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo Deconstruct Such as This MaggieG614 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOur Eulogy MaggieG1214 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPortrait Sikander714 years 3 weeks ago
StoryYour Violet Wind JoseHdz314 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDust Bowl Dance awsamy214 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPeter Pan hits maturity awsamy714 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDiary of a broken man (part one) awsamy814 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDiary of a broken man (part two, A Life Revoked) awsamy214 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThis Serpent Tongue Cannot Be Colonized JoseHdz2314 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Prayer Surmise114 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTorn awsamy614 years 4 weeks ago
StoryNevaeh maggyvaneijk1714 years 4 weeks ago
StoryThe White House pledge awsamy214 years 4 weeks ago
StorySwimming Beeme1314 years 4 weeks ago
StoryRogue Embraces awsamy314 years 1 month ago
StoryQuietly sinking Beeme714 years 1 month ago
StoryThis is not a love letter Beeme514 years 1 month ago
StoryIntervention Beeme414 years 1 month ago
StorySpinning Beeme614 years 1 month ago
StoryA Settlers Trail Richard L. Prov...914 years 1 month ago
StoryIP Beeme414 years 1 month ago
StoryPromises Beeme214 years 1 month ago
StoryOranges and Lemons... Silver Spun Sand1414 years 1 month ago
StoryInvention Beeme614 years 1 month 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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