Wait…What Letter is Next? Pain and nausea pulsed through my body; I had never felt so ravaged. I began to thrash about, feeling as though the tiny tube that enclosed me was my coffin. A monotone voice filled the silence, “Hold still Taylor, it’s almost finished.” A flash of recognition streaked through my head; this was not a new experience. What the hell? As my body retracted from the tube, sterile white walls and frantically beeping machines filled...

I am red. Red in the morning when my eyes burn and itch from the dryness of a different nights sleep. Red at noon sitting in the warmth of the sun on the green grass of a small park at the end of a long run. Red in the afternoon cold when my cheeks, hands, feet, ache from the chill of the blistering wind of a mountain range. Red in the night from the steam of the pot on the...

“Do I dare disturb the universe?” – The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot Disturber I had taken my shoes off because the raw backs of my encased feet were being rubbed, rubbed, rubbed. The supple skin was forming a small bubble; barefoot instead I traipsed. The cool, wet floor of the hidden undergrowth softened beneath my steps and I sunk into it and it pressed into me and I felt in. Wrapped around my back my shoes...

A Relationship (Relatively Speaking) In every town that I have lived, it has been mandated that children must go to school once they have reached the ripe age of five. After the flurry of ripping happy-birthday-wrapping paper and the thrill of snapping shiny bows has subsided, all five-year-olds begin their first journey to the school yard, parents following closely behind. The neatly dressed silhouettes of the children look especially fragile next to those of the crying adult figures who loom...

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