Mentiroso

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…has been broken

It has been stomped on

And torn apart by so many lies spoken

I can handle all that

I have been deceived

betrayed And abandoned

For that I’ve grieved

I can handle all that

I have dragged a knife through my skin

I was raped and assaulted more times than I can count

Abused in every form and locked in a looney bin

I can handle all that

My mind has been played with

Brainwashed, broken, And tortured

I’ve learned that love is a myth

I can handle all that

Today I stopped breathing

My heart stopped…

By Gabriella Nelson

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The Path of the Fireflies

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…glimpse inside my soul reveals a new path, lined with fireflies to guide my way. The path is smooth and soft beneath my toes like fresh sand. I can feel it give way beneath my step as the flight of the fireflies outline each footstep in its soft glow. My mind is filled with childlike curiosity as I follow along, the sweet scent of blooming hyacinths riding the warm breeze beside me. I can hear the lulling sound of waves rolling to an undiscovered beach in the distance, and the far-off cry of a seagull…

By Tracey Koehler

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Dead Sex

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The tip of my knife keeps jabbing the life from the corpse on this night
On the tightrope, I slide to the side where the body I’ll hide
Hanging in plain sight invisible to the untrained eye
“Die, die, die!” I scream and I cry unable to control the words that go through my mind
And the red of the dead blood resting in bed with the body overhead hanging instead of buried where its meant to be
The hurry scared me and impulse scurried
The flurries of snow out the window crawl and build up blocking the light, FUCK! I can’t see shit
I must’ve fallen asleep. Is he still dead? Where would he be?
He’s gone, the rope hangs alone and there’s no clue
I don’t know where a dead man who came back to life would go
Do you?

By Amber Black

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