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Submitted to Contest #338
Book Club Robber I pat at my hip where it always sits and clutched my bag tighter to my side.I can see through the glass, a normal crowd for a Thursday.I already know I don’t have to yell. A whisper does just fine if they can’t read the note. I’m sure they will smile at the picture I drew this time. It helps I have a beautiful smile. The men swoon when I flash it their way. “She’s a keeper” is what they always say when they see it. I’ll put that on a little extra today.The low music greets my ears as I step inside. I glance to the left, alwa...
Submitted to Contest #300
TW: Contains themes of domestic violence and emotional abuseI got in my car,A quarter past five.I had to go,I needed to drive.Someplace to be,A place no one knows.I had to hide,I had to go.It was dark when I left,I watched the sunrise.Dark reds and pinks,The sky filled my eyes.I needed to run away,A place to hide.Away from her words,Afraid, I don't deny.It happened again,A repeat, you see.A scuffle again,She was mad at me.As I drove, my thoughts,They did wander to no end.How much I messed up,I couldn't pretend.That little redhead,Stood a lit...
Submitted to Contest #294
Bringing life to the trees and the flowers that be. I am me, a me you will see. The power I hold. The power of one. The power I hold. The death if I am gone. As nature starts to sing, life begins to be. With the break of day, giving way. A swoop and a dart, the day I must start. Awakened to the need, the task to complete. The scurry and scatter, the things that matter.To and fro, away I go.Much to do, with little time. Much to do in this survival of mine. Never a smile, yet joy in the heart. Extracting life, a skill that is art.Floating...
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