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Submitted to Contest #268
Forgive me, dear big toe. It was never my intention to stub you on the sharp-edged corner of my mother's Acadian wood bed frame. It's alright, to feel pain is to feel anything at all. Forgive me, dear pinky toe. It was never my intention to split your keratin-laced nail on the camoflauged stone at Sandy Beach. It's alright, I will submerge my nub into a hundred more salty, tepid seashores, forging temporary burrows beneath the granulated earth. Forgive me, dear ankle. It was never my intention to friction such a vile strew of blisters alon...
Submitted to Contest #105
THE TREE The morning breeze sends my arms into a sway, waving back and forth as I greet the day with delight. As my needles drop to the forest floor, they are interrupted mid-flight with the sound of a soft plop-a noise I have yet to hear throughout my several decades of existence. As I look down, I do not notice the green blanket of grass and sun-browned earth at my feet that I am used to. I notice instead a man-made structure of triangular shape; bright orange in colour, and satiny in observable texture. I feel the delicate weight of the...
Submitted to Contest #102
My sister's green eyes stare back at me through a bronze frame. Her awkwardly long teenage bangs are split in the middle, tucked behind ears that bear a strong resemblance to mine. I’m sitting in the grass beside her, a popsicle in my mouth leaving my lips and hands stained orange. I’m gazing up at my big sister as the sun beams upon us. I remember the day vaguely. We had been catching frogs in the forest and making little houses for them out of twigs and moss. We named the woodland amphibians after flavours of ice cream. Neapolitan, Rocky...
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