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I hate your mother.I never lied to you, so don't tell me that I was the one to send all those packages like subliminal warnings to your mother that she was missing all the messages:I hate your mother.
that offering to do for us what we can seem not to do for ourselves though we were good at making it work made it feel like I was falling
by ~JDwithTHEnotebook
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Play TimeThe ghost found Sanchez in the garden. Whispy tendrils of ecto-stuff swirled around his waist and legs, rising up his torso like thick ropes of cigarette smoke.Play Time
Sanchez stopped raking leaves and stood silently, eyes closed. A moment later he nodded, as if acknowledging a message. The whisps withdrew immediately. He finished raking within minutes, picked up a small trowel, and carried the tools across the garden to a ramshackle plastic shed where he stored them carefully. He stripped off his gloves and threw them into shed-shadows. Stretched, back muscles crackling.
Time for ghosts.
Sanchez trudged back t
by *RalfMaximus
It is hard to be softMom cutting Dad's hair in the kitchen. Feather voices because they are discussing matters heavier than water, jarring scrapes when they move the chair.It is hard to be soft
Tufts of hair fall, touching the curved blade of ear. It is sharper, as are our brains, than you think, even as
the night velvets. It pads alongside my cat, who sits behind the laundry room door and makes old saxophone sounds.
I slip inside to touch
the kitten scruf of his neck. How difficult it is, to definitively love or hate, when everything is so soft.
From where I sit there are no windows
by ~mySeity
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when passing through the hard times -
like all the good times before it:
this too shall pass.
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(And you're getting away...)
My life has become a boring pop song
And everyone's singing along."
- "I'm Ready" by Jack's Mannequin
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