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The ripping apart of flesh was easy. It wasn’t real. Or didn’t feel real. I was dead inside. I was sure it would be the end, a clean break, a fresh start. I wasn’t going to let this rooting take place and hold me back. There was screaming, cursing, swearing and tears before the bleeding.I remember the shoes I wore that Monday morning. They were the same ones I wore the previous day. That Sunday that mum said, ‘you’re going to repent and maybe God will change your mind and save your soul’. She was Catholic. The type of Catholic that goes to m...
Submitted to Contest #50
I take a Xanax then another. First with a gulp of water that makes an impression on my Adam’s apple then with liquor. I squint my eyes and contort my face as my throat burns with the fire of undiluted spirits then I curl up in the position of the unborn on the chaos on my linen. I can hear my thunder heart beat in my head. It’s too loud, I need it to stop. How do I quiet my brains? I start thinking of how I’ll fail, how they will not see me. How they will see my translucence, laugh at my wetness and feed on my fear. I can’t do it, It’s impos...
Submitted to Contest #49
She looked around her third floor apartment and imagined all the changes she would have to make if he accepted her request. She wondered if she’d have to move to a bigger house with a backyard and a bigger kitchen, or if her coach was comfortable enough. She liked the building on Falcon Street the first time she set her eyes on it; it was particularly refreshing that the window in the sitting room overlooked the street. It was a normal street but watching people live life on the street for five years was her favorite thing to do; the ol...
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