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blank space nothings

I cannot see where it is you hide But I feel that you may be close The space between us now is greater than it ever has been Like the home stretch marathon Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn't really there Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that… Continue reading blank space nothings

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poison apples, maybe

Neil Gaiman said, “you have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.” But how do you force yourself to believe in fairy tales? I do not believe in Happily Ever Afters I do not believe in curses being lifted by kisses I believe in poison apples Maybe that is why I have always liked the… Continue reading poison apples, maybe

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for you, if

Nothing is ever truly silent Blocking out sound I still hear the hum of my own ears The bell tolling vibration of damage done Is this the same as fear Once the source is removed Is the echo of fright still felt Thrumming in my moth wing heart Is this the same as hate Remove… Continue reading for you, if

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behind my screen

The universe behind my screen is scary Full of yelling, screaming tortured pain, horrid words typed all in caps My language maltreated Circumcised words spliced Frankenstein style with numbers Videos and sound, vulgar and violent even if not pornographic The universe behind my screen is hateful Friends tear each other apart like loaves and fish… Continue reading behind my screen

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the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am

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not a fish

In the forest, by the stream, is where I fell in love for the first time I hate the term "the one that got away" because a boy is not a fish   We spoke on phones with cords Respectively sitting by walls, wrapping spirals around our fingers I still remember his laughter in my… Continue reading not a fish

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skin old scars

There is an itch under my skin no bug or allergen or stray touch caused it I scratch I cannot stop It's like the problem is under that layer or the next and if I just keep burrowing I will remove it Sometimes I don't notice "stop scratching, Amberley!" Someone says. Blood under my fingernails… Continue reading skin old scars

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snail to crab

Like a snail in its shell We make our home within four walls We find saftey and shelter We fill our little box shell with clothes With trinkets With books With photos With memories We tend to its gardens with love We clean its floors and fix the leaks But when we have to leave… Continue reading snail to crab

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my robot boy

A box of spare parts Said no assembly required Slightly damaged, but not not rebuildable second hand, single owner My robot boy Built ready to go Dings and scratches Darker in patches Doesn't take much to turn him on Voice recognition activation Coming to life "What do you want?" I ask. "He wants sex," he… Continue reading my robot boy