kate-dempseyWhisper

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One More TryI have every reason to back out if I need to. / What have men ever brought me? / Every kiss brought with it a surge of pain,
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Nov 11, 2013
GravediggerHanging around cemeteries, / carrying shovels. / Work that breaks hearts and hands.
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Feb 13, 2013
My Worst FearI really don’t like being at my new school. / It’s far too big for me and I don’t know anybody. / So I sit alone most of the time,
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Jan 22, 2013
Hometown BoysHometown boys today aren’t like the ones my grandmother remembers. / Back then they looked like decent folk. / Hair combed, pants the right size,
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Jan 11, 2013
My Best FriendFor all of his homeliness, / he walked with an air of majesty and purpose. / A hard and sunken bespectacled face, hollowed out from weight loss
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Oct 27, 2012
The TurkPrecariously balanced on the back half of a metal chair, / Tipping somewhere between stability and pain, / Sat the man.
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Jun 23, 2012
ComradeDrinking and laughing with a soldier. / Heavy boots stomping when he laughs, / Dressed down in suspenders,
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Feb 5, 2012
The GhostFinally, you notice me / a ghostly wallflower upon the wall, / in a congregation of elegant women and lordly men.
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Sep 24, 2011
The BossI kneeled on the polished wood floor, panting and sweating. My body was writhing in pain, having been mercilessly beaten two masked men; I knew not who they were or why they had come for me. Nor did I know where I was now. I didn’t know anything anymore; everything was drowned in a rising sea of confusion. There was nothing but my battered body, slowly letting forth blood and the wooden floor, gluttonously sapping the heat from my hands and legs and hoarding it within its cold, polished surface. / My ears perked as I heard a noise outside of my elegant prison. As I strained my ears to their fullest extent, I almost grasped what the sound was. Soon, there were several noises and they were louder than the original one. After an unknown period of time, I recognized the sounds as speech even though I could not understand it. Fear swelled within my heart. I feared that the goons who had battered me and sealed me in this room were among those who conversed in the hallway and what horrific things they would do to me if they returned. I prayed for the voices to stop, for them to leave. I waited for the worst, but prayed for the best. I silently and fervently prayed to a God that I only halfway believed in. / Silence. My prayers had been answered. I let out a sigh of relief. It was the first unrestricted breath I had taken since my troubles began. I savored this breath; I inhaled solace and exhaled fear. I rose to my knees and straightened my weary back, feeling the bones crack several times. How wonderful it felt to be upright again!
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Jun 16, 2011
Man-to-Man TalkThe young boy sat in the leather armchair / in front of his father’s desk, / all the while trembling in fear,
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Apr 29, 2011
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