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Three-line poems that describe the conflicts between beauty, sadness, fear, and desire.
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I want wrists curved like butterfly wings; a jawline arched like the vein of a leaf; a ribcage like a harp. I will sway to music-box melodies beside the daisies: the dandelion ballerina…
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A collection of pieces that revolve around the nature and nurture creation of a human being, told from the perspectives of air, water, earth, and fire.
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She was trying desperately to break the boundaries of her being and bind her blemishes in bandages...

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Fairest of Them All

ROSEMARY: A young, fairy-tale loving girl who was raised by a gentle and attentive mother (MARIANNE). She is initially bright and hopeful, but as she grows older and more beautiful, she becomes the object of her mother’s jealousy. Thus her relationship with MARIANNE…

Protector; Tormentor

Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she   waits. Remember how you waited when the nights bled their darkness out like ink, to blacken the days…

My Landscape

I have four fatal flaws; four which I must embrace; four which I must accept; four which I must experience my life through. I have four fatal flaws; four which I must apologise for; four which I must shed for better attributes; four…

Holding Breath in a Room Full of Air

She held her breath in a room full of air. She was determined to prove she could control her body, because she was afraid to be a slave to the flesh and bone construct that was created to contain the core of her…

Evanescence

I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts me into a place where people use my…

Funhouse

You look at me through dark eyes whose shade is founded in arrogance and ignorance. Their glare is penetrating, excruciating even as you are unaware of the raking gashes they tear into the security of my psyche. I am a porcelain doll whose…

Angels’ Wings

  I found out being beautiful and strong is impossible.   She is made of glass, you made her out of glass. But she never wanted to be made up of angles and lines. Jagged pieces of rich vibrancy, fused together, framed by…

The Milestone

The lights flashed in a pulsating alternation of red and green, blue and orange, yellow and purple. With the music pounding in my ears and the sway of sweaty, passionate bodies pressed against me, I could feel my heart beat in time with…

A Play for The Senses

Dark skies of woven from the fluid of fears, raveled from broken memories and lost dreams, shrouded by wishes that never came true. The heavens threaten a spectacle of white lights cleaving jagged lines into the fabric of the world, momentary glimpses of…

I Am The Ocean

I am the ocean. I am calm and steady, though cool and distant towards those who pry into my life and swim in my waters without any knowledge of who I am. My personality in itself is a contradiction; I am of fierceness,…

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