courtney-snodgrassWhisper

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14 of my wordsEyes / Just / Don’t
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Jul 28, 2012
A 3 Year Old PrincessThe bottom of my dress / ballooning out, / like a doily on the dance floor.
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Jun 16, 2013
absence of moneyIt's the land of the free, / but no one can afford the rent.
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Jan 16, 2013
a dorm on the fourth floorI pondered everything / You did that I adored. / A smile played on my face
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Oct 6, 2013
a little bit of competitionI have to share you, / But that’s okay with me. / Just a little bit of competition,
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Aug 8, 2012
A Little More BlurryThought there’d be a few more people, / In the bar tonight. / Only a couple cars in the lot,
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Jul 1, 2012
all in your headthese don't happen often, / memories of moments / that cannot be replaced.
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Nov 27, 2012
and nothing elseI want to replay / the roles of Juliet and Romeo, / Sneaking over for each other's company,
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Apr 10, 2013
And Nothing Else.I want to wake up, / With my head upon your chest, / Surrounded by the warmth,
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Oct 7, 2012
An Invisible War (short story)I could always tell when it was just me in bed, instead of the two of us. I opened my eyes to the darkness and the alarm clock glared the time at me. 1:46 in the morning was no time to be awake on a week day but all too often, I found myself awaiting his return that never came. Lying on my back, I looked over to the mess of sheets and comforter next to me that harbored the absence of my husband. / The house was quiet and I couldn’t tell what room he was in, if he was in a room at all, but rather casing the walls, his invisible gun between his fingers as he secured our fort. I threw the covers off of me and stepped cautiously into the night. He had closed the door after leaving the bedroom and when I opened it, I could see the dull glow of the light above the stove coming from the kitchen up the stairs. / I was careful walking down the stairs as not to scare him if we both came around the corner at the same time. Peering over the railing, I could see Kenny at the dining room table. He was shirtless and hunched over with his forehead resting in his palms on the table. The dull yellow bulb softly illuminated the kitchen and Kenny’s shadowy figure paced on the floor next to him with each breath he took.
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Nov 11, 2014
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