|Bored with my own normality, I've written
a hundred poems from
a hundred points of view.
My flashlight never illuminated
monsters whose pulses bore the rhythm
of my next poetical masterpiece.
I've snatched at prompts with
desperate gratitude, but I never
stole your horrors and rebranded them.
I never lied
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He wraps himself in buzzwords like resilience and hustle, but I have to wonder if they bring comfort to an empty life.
Spices explode across my tongue, melding with the warm flush of alcohol… A long exhale, eyes at half mast, head tilted in a relaxed lean. And…
Twelve birds perched on the power line, twittering over news that used to be secrets, teetering on the edge of gossip and scandal.