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Submitted to Contest #140
“I remember what they said, but not who they were A dusty, blurry figment sitting in mud In a puddle With a white dress” She was obviously high. I was over poetry; I don’t think everyone got past that phase in English class. It could change a person really, give them strange emotions. It happened to me once, but it was worse because I was not high. Angela kept reciting poems that I assumed were hers, but I was unsure. She looked too natural in that basement where sunlight could creep through the half windows from above. She looked so pe...
Submitted to Contest #139
Do you remember, trying to press your spine against the wall? And how it felt so cold and smooth in the September heat? And how the shag carpet snaked between your toes because it would be dishonest to wear socks? And how it was just sunny enough to see dead skin cells floating in the light let in from a West facing window? You gave purpose to that room that was so dusty and empty and smelt of stale carboard. You took a dull pencil and marked exactly above where your head was, pressing your hair down first of course, in the name of fairness....
Submitted to Contest #138
She woke up to see grainy clumps of shit in the cat box. It had been piling up quickly. Really, she thought, how much could such a small feline produce? More than she had signed up for. In the other corner of this L-shaped room, a pile of laundry grew madly unfolded on the floor. In ways, it was more terrifying than the amount of fecal matter in the cat box. Maybe though, these eyesores would not get to her if not for the rain. The fucking rain, it would not stop. It palpitated on the roof shingles mercilessly. So, she made a steaming m...
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