Stillness after war—hope hums low beneath the skin,dreams wait to be sung.
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More stories from Test and writers in Poets and other communities.
Baby locs are here, tiny naps with grand ambition— crowned in coil couture.
By Test12 months ago in Poets
I would die for you But what would that avail me? May I live for you? A thief in the night You bypassed all my safeguards
By Andrew C McDonald7 days ago in Poets
Fuck! What I write can’t come out now, can’t come out from my brain now, it’s insane how it works now, like, like, like, when I’m in a good place now,
By Jess Boyes5 days ago in Poets
There is a chronic ache in the soul of a single parent. It lingers, feeling endless. This ache feels so difficult, especially when you look at other families. They seem so… whole. They seem so joyful and complete. There is a husband and a wife and children in a stroller. Thinking about your single state, you realize how awkward you feel, how out of place at various functions and gatherings. They are all happily together and you’re miserably alone. Disappointment with the current life circumstances just settles in to stay, or so it feels. How could these layers of disappointment be broken up anyhow?
By Rowan Finley 5 days ago in Humans
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