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Weekly Contest #40
The showerhead above me glimmers in the rosiness of my heart-rimmed sunglasses. I adjust my long body to fit the bathtub in the sanctuary of the bathroom. Fuzziness once felt full. Fuzziness now feels empty. I’m anchored in the porcelainity of my bathtub. This is the closest I’ve been to a shower in days. Smoke filters out through the screen in the bathroom, my cheap cigarettes wait on the counter right next to the hair-drier-- she’s in reach and the plug in the port is slightly in. If it falls in on accident, ...
Weekly Contest #39
Wind silences as the white candle accompanies me onto the balcony in the city starlight. With a small creak, the door lightly taps to close the barrier of inside and out. I light the candle and sit it on the ground. “I just was telling you,” talking to the visible stars in the city skylight, “about my date with him, I just got home and I think I found the love you and grandma had.” My grandfather on my mom’s side passed last year. He’d been with my grandma since they were fourteen years of age and marri...
Weekly Contest #38
Saint Mary stood veiled in her glory, arms opened as if to bless the many flowers beneath her. Bright blue Morning Glories scattered throughout the diamonds making up the chain-link fence dividing our yards. Stones outlined the tiny garden apart from the yard. Amongst the stones, daisies pushed their yellow centers up from the ground, crowning themselves in petals of white. Saint Mary stood protecting everything in her site. I stood barely caffeinated in my tiredness, staring at the garden. Though overgrown, it appeared done...
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