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I stand at winter’s edge and plead for sun; New England days of wintry light conceal what warmth was present—now just slim to none. The clouds do swell and all the lakes congeal, cadet blue-sky that...

Starlight in a bird’s eye view A midnight blue on a resting sea It’s a big bright star amidst an inky night The flame alight in a child’s mind   Limitless what imagination can...

I knew the man who stabbed me I’ve only met him a few times He’d come in to give my boss, his wife, lunch Or the keys to the car That she drove to work His daughter and son worked there...

I walk down a narrow path filled with a dark sense when I hear the babbling brook laugh but it's choking and tense. I feel sharp eyes on my back that make me spin around to see all that I...

It’s trying. The color changes every time I look at it. Jet black, and tinged red. I don’t think it’s a black widow. It bit me three times before I found it Dangling off the sleeve of...

I don’t have anything due. I’m not cramming for a test, or rushing to finish something before a deadline. Sleep and I just aren’t on the same page. And God knows I’ve tried...

“Hey! Numbskull, yes you, a little more water if you please,” said a voice from behind me. “Shut up Lilly, you’ve got plenty for today. Now watch your tone or I’ll take away your fertilizer...

Footsteps down overgrown paths crunching like crumpled paper. My hands ran across aging bark, microscopic splinters nestling under calloused skin. Cold, damp air pressed against a body wracked with pain and...

I got my first tattoo in Second Grade. Yes, It's permanent And made of ink. No needles were involved, though — Not even one stab of pain. It's not what you think. This tattoo is...

I smile because I bare no pain but I cry internally for those that do. I laugh endlessly because I lack any burden to prohibit my laughter. My life is nothing close to weary. If perfection existed, my...