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summer May 2016
she lay there naked,
under his gaze,
his eyes sweeping up and down her body,
her mind racing of what he could be thinking,
she feel insecure,
and vulnerable,
he parts his lips slightly,
*** she thought,
he hates me,
he doesn't love me,
he thinks i'm ugly,
he- he- he,
"I think you are the most beautiful girl i have seen" he says,
he thinks i am beautiful,
he loves me,
she wraps her arms around his neck,
and pulls him in close,
and kisses him with all she's got,
because he loves her,
and she loves him.
  May 2016 summer
Taylor Lynn
I want to go back,
to the time in my life where I had not a single care.
To a time where existing,
was much easier than it is now.
Take me back to when I hadn't been touched,
by the harsh reality of what was in my head.
Where monsters didn't dwell within me,
and I wasn't drowning in my own thoughts.
I want to go back,
to where people weren't toxic splotches in my life.
Why can't we go back to skipping rope,
and the only cuts we worried about were scraped knees.
Smoke came from fires,
instead of cigarettes.
Sleepovers turned into ***,
candy into drugs.
Our cups aren't filled with juice,
but filled to the brim with our alcohol of choice.
Keeping secrets was for jokes,
not to make us seem fine.
We were home when the street lights came on,
and now were creatures of the night.
The dark scared us,
now it is our greatest friend.
We were such innocent children,
wanting to grow up so soon.
We had a glimmer in our eyes,
that's now replaced with a dead blank look.
Why were we so eager to want to face this nasty world.
I am no longer that young,
ambitious,
excited,
lively little girl.
I have become a
numb,
anxious minded,
dead,
damaged teenager.
And this is what this world,
and society has done to me.

T.B.
  May 2016 summer
Stephan
.

The front yard of her home,
no white picket fence
just a cement curb separates
where she sat with the Crayolas,
she received last year when she turned seven,
63 to be exact
(the umber one lost under her bed months ago)

A hot sunny day,
colored wax puddles blend
with butterflies floating
and tiger lilies swaying like an orange banner
at the VFW parade

The ice cream truck sings in bells,
displaying pink cones
and rainbow push-ups,
but she is not in the giggling line,
dollars stretched for treats

The summer breeze flips the pages
of the mother goose coloring book
Images blur together as fairy tales
fly by, waving farewell
while her impression in the soft green grass
slowly disappears

Red eyes droop on sagging skin
her worried mother can’t breathe,
calling her name in coarse tones,
repeating, hoping, repeating
as another slate gray day passes
in her shattered world
of melted crayons
and lost innocence
  May 2016 summer
Peter Robert Hamilton
No more waiting
No more tomorrows
No more isolation
No more open sorrow
No more of the deception
You have to come out if your own hell some time
Didn't I punish myself enough?
I can handle more than most
But I'm quite tired of being in this situation
Where I'm looking outside but can't open the door
And everyone is having fun except me
That's how I generally feel here.
  May 2016 summer
Maple Mathers
you
remember when
it was me

you were addicted
to?
That drug's got you
Like I want you.
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