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In the middle of the night, maybe a little before, or it could be a little after, she bathes herself in a bath of milk. She shaves her legs and clips her nails. She scrubs her face and combs her hair while all the time that bottom lip of hers is starting to go. She… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: I waited at the back of his throat— waited to hear him confess my name so I could come out from behind his teeth, and defend my claim over him. Illusory love o’ mine kept me cleaving to the bitter of his tongue; for all of her disdain he… Read more
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When she exhales looking up at the passing meteor shower, she thinks of each shooting star as someone she’s loved. Some are faint and barely there at all, while others shine bright and own the sky. I’m not sure where I would fit on this cosmic scale. Could be I’m a mere speck, almost invisible… Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: i was in a dirt hole or clasped on a napping road-trip road. palpitating thru the lines or bones on the ground, or underneath. i found her heart in a rat pile flapping like loose mother-skin grieving with the last milk oval on the whelps tongue. are above me, like… Read more
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When she slides off her clothes and lies next to me, I squeeze a mole on her belly and she calls me names. Dirty names. Filthy names. She calls me a smelly fuck because I refuse to wash on our days off from work or even change my clothes. My armpits have a tangy air… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Image and writing By Aakriti Kuntal If I must now, now that the whole sky is molten carcasses of marigolds and water lilies I’d do it I’d open my mouth wide and scream Then you couldn’t deny it even if you wanted to My body of cerulean flakes As… Read more
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I’m falling into the road, and she’s dancing on the thin ice of life. I can smell so many memories and scents, each one as intoxicating as the wine and whiskey that sweat out of me as the parade passes through streets we both love and hate. One minute we’re on the top of a… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Miss Lion, Miss Lion! I have a question. Miss Lion, Miss Lion! I have the answer. The boys raise their hands and hope to be called on. Miss Lion, however, has something else in mind. She’s trying to decide which boy to suck off. Standardized testing creates a… Read more
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In her handbag, she’s got this pocket-sized map of the world. She leafs through it from time to time looking at all the places she’ll never get to visit. It makes her sad, but she keeps such grief to herself. Also in her bag, there are the small stones she collects at random named after… Read more
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In a room with the curtains drawn, she turns her back on me and curls into a ball. When I put my arm around her, I want to give her my words, but I’m frightened by what’s inside. So I keep quiet. She waits and waits, but there’s nothing from my mouth save for the… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 