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BlowholeMy great-great-great-great-great-times-a-million grandmother / was a whale. / And although the Origin of Species never mentions **** sapiens
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Feb 9, 2015
BubblegumI have this theory that butterflies taste like bubblegum. / When I was a kid, my tongue was a permanent shade of bright pink. Shoving as many pieces of BubbleYum into my mouth as I could fit was the epitome of happiness, and when I could fit an entire package at once I knew there was nothing I couldn’t achieve. / And I’m sure that right now if you cut me open my stomach would be a fluorescent pink, because
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May 29, 2013
CriminalMy Evidence professor told us / Testimony is not believable / Unless other facts back it up.
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Feb 5, 2015
Cupid as ArtemisArrow enters flesh / piercing, and then lodging / refusing to pass through
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May 17, 2013
Heels{Body}I stand tall / straight-backed, head high / on high heels, bright and sharp
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May 29, 2013
In Trutinaappendages cold, swiftly touched by flame’s embrace / ice water, cooler than before / pulsating muscle crystallizes
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May 9, 2013
It's like thatYou know how kittens have claws? / Imagine trying to pull a drowning kitten up by its paw. / It reaches out for help but in grabbing its paw your hand gets cut up.
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May 17, 2013
JackhammerMy convictions were so strong, I had finally figured out life, my pain had ceased and my outlook was once again positive. / My concrete ground has crumbled; I trip as my feet are caught in the cracks as I walk past. / Before I envied those who had, and despised being the one without. Then I gained, and stitched my life’s ***** on the fabric stitch by stitch, painstakingly sewing myself my own vulnerability with each day. There, my greatest strength became my greatest weakness. When the hand came down and ripped out my needlepoint, it effectively tore out my very life’s blood.
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May 17, 2013
My church hates meThe faded sticker on my dresser reads I AM JESUS’ DISCIPLE / and my church hates me. / I pierced holes in my temple and set diamonds in them
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May 29, 2013
SestinaThe shape of her necklace / Is mirrored in the clouds, / A moon like her smile.
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May 29, 2013
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