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The Housewife
Her house may be immaculate but her mind is a dreadful mess, from the overflowing dustpan of emotions she must suppress. The linen is neatly folded and then tucked quickly out of sight, much like all...
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The Fat Girl’s Reclamation
You demand I cover up every inch, behind heavy layers of dull fabrics; to eat a stale crouton for dinner and embrace hunger pains as penance. You expect me to act asexual, as if I were not fully human;...
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Unraveling
Bruno. C. / Art Photos / CC BY She stands, silent a rag doll battered and torn her eyes without luster her smile faded and worn She lies, defeated her frayed body spindling away another statistic left...
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1000 Mirrors
You’re always standing before the mirror, playfully falling in love once again, as you glance at your own smug reflection, feeling as though you’re a god among men. Your words are just as hollow as...
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Running Away
The treasured dreams of my youth rapidly grow old and stale. I cling to frayed threads of hope that somehow I will prevail. As I exhaust all possibilities I’m unwillingly made to face that lies are my...
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