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Submitted to Contest #178
Nothing feels quite the same as the familiarity of an outgrown hometown, memories strewn about like land mines. I glue my eyes to asphalt as my dad drives us past my first kiss, my last high school basketball game, my mother telling me I don’t have a mental illness in the same breath that she says she’s always felt the way I do. I know the stretch of road from my parent’s house to the airport like I know my social security number; I memorized it like a necessity. What I don’t know is when it became my parent’s house. All I know is it ...
Submitted to Contest #128
It’s hot, more so than it should be this early. I feel a drop of sweat roll down my back, echoed by a tear rolling down my face. My bones ache and my muscles cramp from disuse. I choke back a sob as a tea tray comes into view, set gently on the table in front of me. His hand brushes the tear from my face, and I recoil, turning to look out the window. “You know I don’t want this either.” His voice is thick with feigned sorrow, and mine is hoarse.“Then, why? Why are we doing this?” I look at him now, trying to be fierce despite the pool o...
Submitted to Contest #127
It’s a feeling, one I’m not sure I could or should explain. I don’t think feelings are meant to be explained; they are sacred to the heart, not the tongue. Still, this feeling begs to be understood, articulated to its fullest extent and depth. I lack not the motivation, merely the ability. How could I put in words the symphony your eyes conduct when they meet mine? How could I make fathomable the sincerity of my love? I’ve spent all these years trying to make sense of what it is you inspire in me, but I’ve come to the desperate conclusion th...
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