OUR LONELY BONES

Being alone isn't that hard

feeling alone is different

They say to us to find independence

but they don't have our memories

or our talent for remembrance

transendence

past this shit they call the mirror

but what we call resemblance

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Rocks settle in my stomach. One rolls down my throat, getting caught and making it pull tight. It feels like a fresh shoelace, taught and...

When he wasn't

The sob caught in her throat with a snotty gurgle. “Just…” Her breath shuttered, halted, and gasped again. “I just…” Her face cracked...

Monologue of Inner Ice

My head rested on the mound of his lower stomach. I listened to him gurgle and bubble, food moving through him and blood traveling...

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