swaying before the sun-haloed cashier I tap to pay for the wrong toothpaste - a pre-migraine blunder, gone unnoticed until the holidays cease. After many bedridden
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The shadows smirk, fiendish intent on the wind. I'm running from wings, always glancing back, salty tears on my tongue when I lick my lips—I'm terrified
By Tyler Clark5 months ago in Poets
I can feel it watching me across the vast savannah Its diamond pupils never leave me Through the towering grass Watching my every move as I hover over my hard-earned meal
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago in Poets
I can feel you Know you are there Behind me Though you are a devil at hiding For sure you care not how long It takes Raking over the coals of our past
By Raymond G Taylor5 months ago in Poets
It's here again. Closer, louder this time. Before it could have been anything and nothing, others, this one, I can feel it before I hear it.
By Laura Jane5 months ago in Poets
She’s here I know she’s here as I move from room to room navigating furniture in the dark my home drowning in a cavern of mixed signals
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Something dark trails my spine. It stays close, a grim shape that refuses to show itself. I feel it moving when I move, stopping when I stop.
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
“Tanvir.” “Yes, Commandant?” “You see the target over there? When you’re ready, pull the trigger and try to hit him in his throat.”
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I am standing outside; Shadows all around Eeerie laughter and a voice Sent shivers down my spine. A hand on my shoulder;
By Darla M Seely5 months ago in Poets
You are poised at an Angle of curiosity In front of the dresser. You are posing a question. Where will we go together? Where will we go? Will we go?
By Brittany Callaway5 months ago in Poets
The Sun Is Broken The sun has stayed too long again Its light no longer feels alive The roads release their stored-up heat
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Boots biting broken gravel, Chewing the pebbles and spitting their dust. Walking so fast... Thump thump... thump thump ...I can't go any faster.
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