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Drowning. Salty or fresh, I know not which. All I know is that it is vast, all-consuming. It is frigid and it is unforgiving. It remembers all atrocity and forgets all joy. It pulls me deeper into its depths. It tells me I am unheard, unseen, dispensable. I’m screaming for my lips to break...

Depression, anxiety, panic disorder... there are more I'm being tested for. These are things I battle with daily, outside of the normal stressors of life in general. I want to use this thread as an outlet, a place where I post my shitty poems and, I guess, for those who may relate. I'm just so...

Chapter II Elena's relationship with Samson had started two years prior. It had been shortly after the passing of her last remaining parent; her ever-loving mother who had stepped over life's threshold after a too-late diagnosis of stage four leukemia. It was a horribly painful sight for the...

Chapter I Crisp autumn air swirled Elena’s long locks of golden over her shoulders. Though she wore a knitted sweater that offered some protection from the breeze that rustled the auburn leaves, a shiver danced its way up her spine. It was her favorite season of all, however, it was undoubtedly...

Cic·a·trize (v) to find healing by the process of forming scars

I recently lost my best friend, my protector, my daddy. I am by no means a poet of any sort, but I just... I miss him and I wanted to write a poem for him. He was sick for such a long time; diabetic, stage four kidney failure, multiple heart attacks, so many surgeries that his heart just got to...

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕀𝕀 Marie awoke to her lungs gasping for air. Her shaking hands grasped onto her messy locks of hair that were dampened from sweat and tears. She tried to let out a scream, but she was still struggling to breathe. Once she realized her head was still attached to her body, her breathing...

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕀 Marie leaned back just enough to stare up into Fersen's eyes, her eyelids partially closed and her long lashes batting slowly with every blink. The man in her arms only had to touch her for her to lose all hope for any coherent thought that might enter her brain, however, a kiss...

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀 The rush that trickled up Marie Antoinette's porcelain skin made her shiver. To a woman with an incredible love for all things lavish, the mere sight of the finest of jewels was even more intoxicating than any touch from the most handsome of men. Her slender fingers gently brushed...

Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒, 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒-𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑...

When Grace was born, her life had been picture perfect. The kind where you snap a photo of all the memories being made every day and hang them up on your fridge for passers-by to stop and admire. Her parents were in love. Soulmates, if you will. They completed each other like a jagged Ying and...