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Write a poem/story using all five senses – 5 min. They didn’t tell me how the gas would smell as we ran through the maze. That tangy, nasty bitter bite that whooshed all around us in the humid air on our skin. I tried to be cool, but cool thought I was awkward and...

Without A Story

I was born without a story. Well, according to them I was. The girls saw prey. Saw me, and decided to feast. They said I had no story, and therefore was fit for devouring. I was an outsider, and I was content. But then someone told me to come in, but her voice smelled...

That Fire

  You got that fire I can’t even breathe It’s that good burn pushing Pulling fire out of me Let’s push back Hot flash Iron strike That sharpening bite And out of nowhere Beauty is in the air All because you came without fear The room temp...

Getting Through

I sit inside and I wonder about the weather out there Just there Just outside of my skin air people politic metadata Sometimes my internal personal space is a cabin Sometimes it is a castle I have to admit feeling lost in it Not all the time, but enough to notice Is...