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Bars Of Blood
CW: Mentions of death and blood Between the poor and the rich, there stood metal bars. They were cold, frosty bars, with ice embedded in their very core, and blood-stained from all the good people who tried to climb or take them down. They were the same bars that separated Freya from her…
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Cold Wyoming
CW: Violence and Guns The store chimes a high pitched, eerie sound as Cris walks in. His chin is laying low, and he has his hood pulled over his head. Over the past few years, the few hairs on his chin have grown greyer and whiter. Jeremy J. Crews, the one man he loved,…
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you.
you who had begun running much too fast much too early head down against the wind that so desperately wanted to drag you backwards it only made you dig your heels deeper into dirt the dirt which nurtured your sad little seed and allowed it to push through the soil the soil that didn’t seem …
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A Thousand and One Promises
The thing about promises, I thought to myself, as I meandered down the harbour with my hands in the pockets of my puffer, is that no one actually keeps them. It was the dead of winter, and I guess I was the only one irrational enough to venture out onto the harbour. The wind from…
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Said yes. The time will pass anyways.
The wavering of our small sun, glazed orange through glass Blushing mandarin-watery, when I came out to greet it The greyest tint. The tiniest centre of our world— I peeled clementines for you, before we both left We came in the car and on the commute I thought: There’s a certain heaviness in the…
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Soft Gold
Red: draped ‘round my neck. The tenderness, the itchiness. Beneath the midnight canvas whispered secrets; promises glimmered like celestial constellations. you gave me soft gold. Shearing, sorting, cleaning. Washing, spinning, weaving. Winter’s embrace fades once a year in the spring. Harvesting the delicate, exquisite undercoat while stripping away the coarse exterior. Cleansing…
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Free – Falling
“Mum, why do stars exist?” “Well, they help you find your path and your dreams in life. If you follow the stars, you can achieve anything.” — Why didn’t the stars help me then? The guilt rises like bile in my throat, as I find myself deeper and deeper in the…
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Accepted
Lewis’s face was covered with a smirk. His tie loosened, hat off his head, bouncing down the stage to claim his freedom. This was it. The end of five years of non-stop detentions, scolding, and scathing glares, day dreams finally coming into fruition. Amidst the watchers and cheerers, his certificate rose like a glorious sunrise….