Author: thearrowrock
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If insanity runs like waterthen I hope my glass overflows.The two-story brick buildingnever felt like home. I draw back the curtainsfor the sun to dry up the puddle that stirs my mind. I open the windowsand the wind whispers secrets. I don’t open the door. I don’t go outside.For fear that the sun will fade,or…
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Gun up, barrel down.I end up in some sort of stupid town.Know not where the people go,But without reprieve, they sayI only know the status quo. It illustrates a fate, one unknownTo them or familiar to prey alone.They die yet die yet die yet die,For as I rest or unsheath it here,They live and die…
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Who I kill I’ll never tell. I am an assassin. I am Villanelle. I love the color pink, I wish I could yell. All others are irrelevant. Who I kill I’ll never tell. I love the wrong girl. I was captured by her spell. She will be my demise. I am Villanelle. Her name is…
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Wander in, little ghost, seeking shelter from thy woesLet your hand twist the knob of a door locked no longerAs your feet wade in water, shallow in name alone Wander in, little ghost, seeking shelter from thy woesLet your hands drift the rails of long forgotten oakAs your feet meet the threads, frayed in their…
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The old man looked up at me from beneath the brim of his light blue newsboy cap. With one hand on the cart and the other gesturing at the shelf behind him, he asked “Where’s the rigatoni? You’re all out of that, too?” His voice held a defiant edge like I was hiding pasta in…
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You started as a whisper from somewhere far away, another thing to ignore, not something here to stay. How clever you are! You proved us all wrong. Here you are now, still going strong. You’ve taken so much, too much to name. So many moments in time will never be the same. The highest toll…
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His fingers wrap around the device, sliding across the smooth plastic. The rigid silicone buttons shift anxiously in their pegs. The calluses on his thumb, hovering over the power button. After a moment of pause, indecision, calculation, he stamps his warm finger down on the soft switch, leaving an imprint on his skin. Light blinds…
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The world has become withered & I feel myself faltering as well. Numbness infiltrates me as numbers rise and we begin to fall At home, I sit, nose pressed to glass watching as the world wilts away & I am left feeling helpless & distant & restless. Each time I leave my temporary prison,…
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Lady Lampshade appears as I open my eyes, though slow. Who is she? I do not know. Only a vague memory as hazy as a misty day remains. A child… lost, hers perhaps? but the brain begins to strain. She stares. Does she approach? No— Only stands and stares, Her eyes not visible beneath the…
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IndependentlySurrenderingOurLivesAfterThisIncidentOverlapsNations Inside,Stuck.OverwhelminglyLonely.AmbitiouslyThinkingI’veOvercomeNegativity. IncredulousSituation,OperantLiberation.AppreciativeThatI’mOptimizingNature. Take a breathtake it day by dayhour by hourWe all will bloom and see the flowers. Claire Frances Davis Claire Frances Davis is a full-time honors student at Lindenwood University, majoring in Pre-Medicine. She works full-time as well. Claire adores her four children with paws, Molly, Charlotte, Jack, and Lily. Claire has…
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