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Invisible me

Invisible me I walk slowly through the room as the chatter drones on and on. The smiles and laughter emanating from the figures adorned in all the glitter. They throw their heads back in laughter as...

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THE ACTORS

The auditorium is as still as a meadow after a storm and all is blackness outside the blinding spotlight. The mustiness of costumes against damp flesh fills the air with an odor only an actor can love....

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Song Of Life

I walk alone on a winding path while others call my name; the power is not mine to answer for I do not understand the words.   I answer the song I feel in my heart but cannot find the words. The rhythm...

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Crack Baby

First gasp of breath cut short by a wail as tender skin is touched by latex hands. the only sounds are muted outside a sterile jail. Unable to cry or fight because a thing more powerful rips through...

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So Far Away

The sky overhead is gray and gloomy. There is a strange chill in the air. It is spring and getting nearer to summer. The days should be warm and sunny with birds singing and squirrels playing.   Today...

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The Shoe

A curious thing is a shoe in the road, alone and departed from the foot it once knew. How did it come to be there this way, with not a soul around?   Is there a being traveling this road with one shoe...

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Wait Child Wait

Her heart leapt in her chest as he took her hand in his. Wait, child, wait. Don’t give your heart away.   Joy flooded her body as he whispered secrets in her ear. Wait, child, wait. Don’t give your...

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Frozen Silence

As the pain melted from her face the room is pierced with silence. Her hand begins to cool despite being wrapped in mine and I instinctively pull the covers up trying to keep her warm. But still her...

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The Window

A willowy figure stands by the window. The light from the fading day shrouds her in shadow. A wisp of hair billows near her face from a breeze of unknown origin.   The veil of darkness across her face...

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Be Still

Be still my heart Beat softly;   Evil treads near Beat silently;   Hush your pounding Quiet your pulse;   Evil treads near Beat softly;   Slow your pace Calm your beating;   For evil treads near and he...

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