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 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Tupelo
Island
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Tupelo
She smiled like a fist fight,
Lips curled into an apology,
Sipping on that darkened bottle,
Wishing for the winter,
Fishing for the rain
and spitting away the sun,
Planting all the daffodils
with the sharpest of knives,
She is an island,
Lost at sea,
unaware of the times,
Smiling like a fist fight,
and a garden of knives
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Tupelo
Nautilus
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Tupelo
Cut me open
Only to find salt water
Drank an ocean
Swallowed the seas
Stole from it’s depths
These washed away dreams
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Tupelo
Drive-in
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Tupelo
The driveway curved and bent,
A stream of black asphalt
made its way toward the doorstep,
Sundays were always the warmest,
chalk marked the pavement
The neighbors conversed from windows
about the new girl down the road,
Cages for backyards
held the gardens for ransom,
Explosions in the sky
colored the black of the night
Just like the chalk on the pavement
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Tupelo
Priceless
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Tupelo
To say
your name
and hear
your voice
call back
Rest easy
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
James Jarrett
I didn't even know that I was dead
That my empty veins held no life
And my heart
That engine of my life
Had sputtered to a stop
And become cold
That my bloodied hands
Somewhere in the climb
Had faltered
Lost their grip
And let the rough stone
Slip
My hand suddenly clenching
Nothing
Just an empty fist
I didn't even feel the fall
The rushing wind
Nor even the impact
I didn't even know
Until I looked up at the sky
And it's pearly blue
With quickly fading sight
That I was dead
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Wynona C
Someday
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Wynona C
I never said no, I just said not now
I never said I don’t, though I never told you I did.
But I do
Always have, always will

It’s no longer "Will you wait for me?”
We’re way past that
It’s “Wait for me. Please.” now
I promise it’ll be worth it.
I’ll be worth it.

**We’ll be worth all this
 Mar 2015 AnneMahri
Alexis Rose
The distance between             meals have become
l   o  n  g  e  r
The thoughts of running blades across my skin are getting
stronger
The bruises on my body have stopped being accidents
The grip I had on happiness is s
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                                                               ­  n
                                                               ­    g
As I trudge through this
mashed potato snow. I feel
that it needs more salt.
haiku
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