I am not unbreakable. I spend my time dodging the echoes of footsteps, slipping around the discordant quavers of notes that try to penetrate my skin and mummify me with bandages of music staffs. I hear the pleas and the screams of the…
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 mind lingers on hope. Even under the command to let go, even as I know nature has plucked me from the pool of my purpose, my mind lingers on the hope of being bound to a baby. Rationality endeavors to bring…
By the hand of my phantom, I tried to fill the looming void of infinity. This monster was not a figment of my imagination. This monster was a being that lived in the same body as I did. I was guided by this…
Prompt: Discuss the idea(s) developed in by the text creator in your chosen text about the ways in which human longing shapes individuals’ lives. (Cold Personal) This personal response was inspired from another piece I have written, Experience and Innocence. This story, however, has been further developed,…
Through currents that are subtle yet nonetheless powerful, dominance is a controlling factor in relationships- both of the past and present. Dramatized to demonstrate the effects of dominance, the connection between passion and violence in Tennessee William’s A Streetcar Named Desire is based on…
As the languid slink of tentative waves tinkled between the creases of river rocks, its wide, smooth arcs flowed in and out. The cool waves inched their way forwards with slow, hesitant motions before lightly kissing the lips of grey-speckled rocks. With the…
You slide my eyelids shut and braid my lashes tight into silent, sleek ropes of prison. You pour liquid shadows into the pupils of my softening eyes, so it hurts to see the light, so that sharp glares spin themselves with pain into…
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