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 Apr 2016 Julia Mae
Bree
Not cancer within our bones,
But it’s a cancer of our homes.
It’s a “hierarchy” deemed “alright”
But it’s a battle – a true fight.

It’s a longing for control and
It’s a simple punch, fist, hand
Or not even that. It could be
Lashing words that ignore her plea.

He denies her to her loved ones
For that’s who would step up with guns
Of love, ropes of safety. “Keep quiet,”
She’s told, which is now her best bet.

It’s shame that keeps her in silence.
It’s love that frees her from *violence.
 Apr 2016 Julia Mae
Emily B
noteless
 Apr 2016 Julia Mae
Emily B
my locker is cleaned out
i have
deleted the documents
on my desktop
my uniforms are washed
and waiting for
the next new employee
tomorrow will be another day
and i won't be here

it turns out
i am leaving
as noteless
as i came
 Mar 2016 Julia Mae
Calvin Alden
here i am
(and here i'll stay)
close to your heart

for ever and a day
You are an old song
I'm still trying to remember.
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