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In the end no one came to his funeral
His death was the best thing that happened to his family
But the only good thing he has done in his life was have a very short talk with his son saying
"Son do not become like me"
Before claiming his own life
His death was the best thing that happened to his family
But the only good thing he has done in his life was have a very short talk with his son saying
"Son do not become like me"
Before claiming his own life
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Monstrosity
As soon as Ephrath had finished her morning chores, she packed some bread and cheese into a basket and headed outside. Her father’s laborers were out working in the fields, but none of them paid much attention to the woman as she slipped past them. No one ever really noticed the youngest and plainest of Adaiah’s daughters, and in a way, she was grateful for that. That invisibility granted Ephrath a sort of freedom.
It took her a long time to reach the boundary of her father’s property, but she enjoyed the walk. The air was warm but not sweltering, and a gentle breeze stirred her linen skirt. Ephrath hummed as she strolled t
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To The Monster In My Head: This Is Your Last Poem
I know you are there, we have met before.
I know what you did to me and I know, I let you. There was no one that could see you, but me.
Once again you are creeping out of the darkness. You´re gripping onto me again.
I have learned to cry silently and hide my tears so they were never seen.
I´ll cover your pelt in flames,
Set your hollow face into frames
And hang them on the wall
I am going to show them all
The monster inside me
What you are, what I used to be.
It used to hurt when you bite;
My only way to scream was to write...
But today, no song will save you. No poem will be silent rescue.
I will shout. I will cal
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Ritual
She appeared at the same time everyday, sliding through the thick shadows toward the comms building. All humans looked small to him, but this one seemed particularly petite, the drab uniform hanging off of her skinny frame. He wondered who she had been, back before everyone had fled from this contaminated world. Her face — round and heavily freckled, with pale eyes like chips of jade — didn’t seem familiar, so she probably hadn’t worked with the Miners. She also didn’t seem like a management type, and besides, those in charge had been the first on the ships when the virus had broken out.
The woman had been fortu
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Something I came up with but really felt like sharing. I'm pretty sure some can relate. I've had talks with my father and it gave me the idea to write this down. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcomed, I am trying to get better at writing so please any support is appreciated.
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