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A strong stride and step, perfectly timed to music that is the dance that gets us from one end of the aisle to the other. I am tone deaf and graceless in my approach to the opposite sex, but this was not always the case. I am six years old. The corner of a table consumed with Barbie’s beach house and hastily made cardboard chairs; each small, makeshift stool balancing the weight of various odds and ends of plastic figurines. Toilet paper is dissecting the friends of Barbie from the friends of...

The charcoal slowly engulfs every clean surface, infecting the room like a cancer. The clean linens of the ultra white bedding will never be the same. The stain will forever mar its smooth high thread count hems and brocade. I myself was stained with the dark medium; it was ground into my skin with sweat and lotion. My forty dollar manicure cracking under pressure from the pencils, the cuticles packed with fine black powder. Even the drop cloth is failing to bind the dust from settling into t...

The ceiling fan’s soft hum lulls me into a superficial sleep. The cool air moving across my shoulders, making me burrow deeper into pile of pillows and an oversized duvet. Sleep comes easier than expected, all the commotion of street lamps and A/C units kicking on at irregular intervals; failing to push it off. The light show created by the cars on the street, a lighted mobile and shapes to count instead of sheep. Palms on the headboard; anchored, comfortable, warm and asleep. Sometime in the...

My magnetic poetry Freedom from expression It is not Words of my choosing The anti anxiety medication Would feel quite effective If those little white pills Would stop frightening The psychosis of the day Helps me forget That I am insane, Or was that inane I hate stupid questions Making me think too hard Giving into the migraines That help to mask The vicodin lullabies Boredom is tiresome At times The psychosis of the day Helps me forget That I am insane Or was that inane I have trouble focus...

My magnetic poetry Freedom from expression It is not obsequious if it is not Words of my choosing The anti anxiety medication Would feel quite effective If those little white pills Would stop frightening The psychosis of the day Helps me forget That I am insane, Or was that inane I hate stupid questions Making me think too hard Giving into the migraines That help to mask The vicodin lullabies Boredom is tiresome At times The psychosis of the day Helps me forget That I am insane Or was that in...