Tag: writing
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Lungs
I woke up one night; I couldn’t breathe.Taste of blood in my mouth, my lung clawing out.I opened the thin windows, tried to jam my face through it.Blue inhaler.Red inhaler.Round and round. I was gasping, sweating. Give me oxygen.Give me life. I felt like a…
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Flip the Switch
Sometimes I feel like two people.Surviving the day,then alive on the page. Flip the switch. Words spilling.My soul expanding,my mind on fire. Sparks.Love.Meaning. Could be a song,a riff,a smile. ConnectionLight. Through the alleyways and avenues,or flying high above the city.The beach as the waves crash.A…
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Lucky One
I thought I was at the end: the end of time,the end of life,the end of the line. But I was at the beginning.You’ve got to start somewhere.I started here, started again, down by the water, the river. I thought I hallucinated myself on the…
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Words
I woke up this morning.My head hurt. The room looked a little…There were wordsall over the floor. Were they resting,or were they broken? Were they mineor were they yours? Words I thought could fix thingsmade them worse. I heard them crying last night,or was that…
