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Infected
Drip. Drip.. Drip... Drops of water fell one at a time from the facet into the sink. Gasp. Head spinning with a throbbing pain. Stomach churning with hunger. Leaning against the inside of the porcelain tub sat Hannah Blackburn; who jerked awake. She regretted it instantly, given that dried blood was plastered on the side of her face; starting from the top of her left eyebrow down her slender chin.
Talking to the Moon: Part 1
They don't see me, They don't hear me. Why? I play with them, I make snowdays and snowball fights, but still I'm invisible.
Torri ZimmermanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFlaws
Flaws, that's all I see. When I look at the reflection in the mirror. Acne on my face, Thick thighs, and a pudgy stomach.
Torri ZimmermanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBruises
You raise your voice And raise your fist to me. All over the words she said. Just like you once did with Someone else. Someone
Ashley Nicole CameronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDamage You Have Caused
Drip,Drop,Drip,Drop The roar of the thundershower, hiding my sobs so that my sleeping mother may not hear them. Confused, Alone, and Unloved is what is going through my head taunting me from dusk till dawn
Torri ZimmermanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsShe Was
It was only a matter of time before she picked up the pen again. No matter what anyone said, her affair with words would always go on. She could try and fool herself again, but that’s just it, she was only fooling. She only felt complete when she could hide behind the world her words created. When she could become the perfect little blonde, that she knew her husband secretly ached for. The perfect little toy, with all the right curves in all the right places. She could be sexy and intelligent in her own world, instead of lacking both qualities in reality. She could express her darkest fears, her deepest discomfitures without the ever-present look of disappointment every eye had. That phrase, “You’re perfect just the way you are”, making bile rise up her throat; fighting to expel every drop of nourishment she had taken in, in the last two days. She was awkwardness wrapped in a cocoon of human skin, trying vehemently to make her way through life without anyone figuring her out. She was better with staying home instead of going out, even though she complained about always being at home. She was a conundrum never to be beaten. A puzzle never meant to be solved. She was mystery, but never beauty. She was confident in her lacking and always lacking confidence. She was the winner in a competition of losers.
Ashley Nicole CameronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsReed Alexander's Review of 'The Hollow (2015)'
Alright, I'll give the movie this much, the three main sisters might have been obnoxiously cast as the typical useless female leads but it was balanced by the fact that all the characters were useless, frantic ninnies. So they weren't discriminating against the "Weaker Sex" per say. Instead they just made every character so obnoxiously feeble, by the end, you pretty much want them all to die.
Reed AlexanderPublished 7 years ago in HorrorA Manic Revival
I’m my own worst enemy, Because I don’t speak my mind. All the years of being devalued as a person. I guess the words that were said,
Trey StevensPublished 7 years ago in Poets