I see her in the mirror. She has my eyes. My hair. My clothes. When I move, she moves. We look alike in every way. But that girl is not me. [[MORE]] She is scarred. I am scarred too. But we are not the same. She is the one that everyone else sees. She is the face I give to the world. We are nothing alike. I want freedom. I want to move, to fly. I want to forget the world. But she clings to it....
The Earth is waking up. [[MORE]] Earthquakes, tsunamis, fires, tornadoes. “It is the end!” they cry, on street corners and TV shows. “We are damned!” They’re right, but not for the reason they think. They thought the ice was melting because of a hole in the ozone layer. Volcanoes are erupting, ash blankets entire cities. People are dying. Yellowstone is closed. Fear. They thought they could use...
blueaugustsuns: One day I will wear boys’ shorts, a tank top, and sneakers. One day I will gallop on horseback. One day I will cut my hair short. One day I will make art that I am proud of. One day I will make the first move and kiss a boy. One day I will kiss a boy on the top of a mountain. One day I will have bookshelves that reach the ceiling. One day I will read all day as it rains,...
I am the ocean Give me a mountain So we can wear each other down Till our insides are bare And there’s nothing left To hide
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I am awakened by the sound of a scream. [[MORE]] My mother’s scream. It is the middle of the night, and I was just changing playlists to find some music to fall asleep to. My mother’s scream is cut short, and my father cries out. He, too, is silenced. I hear the sound of my dog scrambling out from underneath my parents’ bed, followed by a yelp, then silence. I am frozen. Over the soft, soothing...
I sit on the old tree stump outside what was once my childhood home. Now, now it’s nothing. [[MORE]] The flood waters washed away all that could be considered “home.” The wood, once a bright blue that I spent hours in the summer helping my father paint, is peeled and rotten. Nothing remains inside that could be of use to anyone. Perhaps an animal seeking a shithole for a home, maybe. Why live in...
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