Category: Fiction Works
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Brown
Since my green eyes opened and saw the world for the very first time, the idea of a soulmate had its inception. It took turning fifteen for my brain to consciously understand what the longing was. I thought a constant aching was normal. I met someone in the school hallway before graduating. His eyes sinking…
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Perspective
Whiskey makes my heart beat quick. Black panther pawing through the jungle. Thump, thump, thump, thump. I wonder if I started a metronome if my heart would beat to that beat. And if I ate a raw beet right now, would my teeth stain red? And if I walked around aimlessly with red teeth, would…
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Lovers’ Tonic 🔮
When we met, I felt lighting strike. Turning the sand inside me to glass ornaments. Twinkling in his sun, spinning on a string.He didn’t reciprocate my love and he took my ornaments for granted.I should have moved on.But I can’t.I dream of his honey eyes.Being in his gaze is like sitting in eternal golden hour.…
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You, but in another Dimension
Last night I dreamt of you. But this didn’t feel like you. The version of you that wore tan denim, a circle crease in your back pocketfrom years of carrying tobacco. Pale skin fading, blue eyes dissolving. This version of you didn’t have aform. Bones were just sticks that fell from trees, tendons weren’t intimatelyknown,…
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Silver
My parent’s hair is graying. I see thin silver strands hanging from their roots. My dad has a silver beard, I see him for the first time in a year and it startles me as it brushes against my cheek. When did he grow older? I feel my chest tighten at his new wrinkles, the…
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Navy
The shadow beneath your arm bent in a crook. Angled, in thought. You’re quiet, as you are when you’re lost in an idea. I would give anything to be inside your mind. Walking through the gray creases, putting my hand inside, wet, and cool, to see what I’d find. Something deep, smooth, a hint of…
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Him
I wasn’t sure how I got there. The large house with endless floors, rooms filled with strangers. There was a man we were all afraid of. “Just remain quiet and he will leave you alone.” I hadn’t seen him yet but tiptoeing to what appeared to be a living room covered in green carpet from…
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Sheets
Smooth, the color of medium washed denim. His outline dissolving with the passing minutes since he leapt out of bed. His foot pressing on a beer can on the floor. “Fuck.” Vomit filling the center of the bed, my leg brushes over it, wet, sticky. Red rum. Too much to drink. I strip the sheets…
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Infatuation
Being fifteen was harder for me than most. I was an old, graying soul, stuck in a teenage body. I could feel connections before others did. Watching a plug-in slip into an outlet, yellow lights turning on. The first time I met him, they were everywhere. Small bulbs hanging from his chin, green cord tucked…
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Remember When
Seventh Grade We are embarking on a winter weeklong retreat for school. Our teacherstucking our permission slips into their pockets as we pile onto the three-hourlong bus ride. Jeremy. The boy with the shaggy hair, coffee brown eyes, beetling brows, and black Etnies shoes. Wetraded shoes one day in the hall at school. Him in…
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