when the sun goes down: the cicadas and crickets are inside the home the home is a part of nature concrete walls insulate the afternoons heat keep it well preserved within claim it as its own wooden beams seem centuries old tuberculosis is one clumsy fall away no hospital for miles steam rises from the […]
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my heart beats in the heat in the courtroom silence with hands tied in the cool metal of handcuffs the past echoes around me at the stand and in my memories i still hear the ringing of his screams —The choice was quick. overhauling emotions heaving breaths & humid air there was ruby-red blood then
Lavender-stained thread sits tangled on the floor as I twist it in small circles over a four-millimeter hook. The TV plays softly in the background to hide the sound of yarn being pulled so tight it squeaks as it’s pulled over the hook’s edge. I count out two hundred stitches and then recount because the
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With your left hand, take your right thumb and bend it towards your wrist, as far back as you can. My second brother’s pops and plants itself firmly on his wrist. He could link his hands and pull his shoulders in a full circle, rearranging themselves with a crack over his head. At some point,
I must be going insane. That’s why I’m here, I’ve simply gone insane. The house was sold seven years ago. From what I’ve heard the owners remolded it beyond recognition, they turned this room into a bathroom and painted over my yellow walls. I don’t know what color they are now.The stairs still creak in
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