Three knocks against the rose kissed wood coffin three feet beneath the ice and snow tinted sea. The last of the corner’s well wishes blew away on this hollow December …
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I’m reminded of you whenever it rains.
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I consume stories to escape. To not be consumed by the shadows. To stop myself from constantly reacting. To keep from destroying myself. I consume stories to escape. To keep …
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Twas the night before finals.
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Does the Sun know she blazes too brightly? Does she know how I wish for her “goodbye?” Does the Sun know the shadows she casts or are they out of …
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If you must go, would you tuck me in and kiss me goodnight?
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An Ode to the Jersey Diner
by Robyn Platzby Robyn PlatzCracked, coral-painted lips, A name tag—MARIETTE.
