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sinking in silence
surrounded by soft moss, i seep into the ground. wisps of hair blind my eyes the air rips through my throat my body wailing for release. blood pumping viciously through my veins my heart pounding with every drop. watch me weep— as nothingness consumes me. beg for everything i’ve lost, & then i’ll run.
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Showerheads, Sweatshirts, & Goodbye to Grandpa
My grandpa died two days ago. I felt my phone vibrating and saw my mom’s name pop up…she hasn’t called me in 8 years. A couple of rings went by while I thought of every single possible thing she could be calling me about. Finally, I answered the phone: Me: “hello?” Mom: “hi, how are…
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The Chill Of The Hunt
Tired is he who walks in the dark. The dark embracing sound as the crunch of foliage fills the air. Perhaps the morning dew lying brisk on his shoes softens the thud of his foot. Cold is the wind, rustling leaves, masking his clumsy travels. With the moon as a guide he de-ices his beard…
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Behind the Smile: The Unspoken Reality of Loneliness & Burnout
October 22, 2024: Sadly, I hate to say it, but I’m not doing well. I’ve never been so homesick in my entire life and I’ve never felt more dead on the inside. The weather gets cold, and I’m done for. I’m already wearing thermals here in Maine because mother nature decided that it should be…
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the street lamp between us
it’s a frosty night in maine 2am & 19 degrees the only warmth i feel is the breath that surpasses my lips i can see you in the distance my skin ruffles as i stride towards you the gap between us begins to close i’m beneath you now & above me you shine with the…
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A Northern Rant: Wicked Soup & Social Frustration
Wicked, wicked ,wicked…WICKED! What the fuck is up with the North and wicked…and no I’m not fucking talking about the movie. I’m sure that’s actually enjoyable. Ever since I moved here so many people use that word with a northern accent and it makes my ears throb…but it gets worse…they also throw in a ‘yeah’…