• timelordsarrah (25)in #creepy • 8 years ago

  Flesh Flower

  I wake up the way I do every morning, by opening my eyes and rolling over to get more sleep. ‘Having an evening job is really nice.’ I think as I slip back into my dreams. Then a…

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• timelordsarrah (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  I've always been

  I’ve always been the kind of girl who tells the dead to sing And when the graves stay grave I take quite personally the sting I’ve always been the kind of girl who can’t let go…

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• timelordsarrah (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  Coins

  Coins flow from her open mouth like water from a fountain statue. Teardrop jewels spill over her cheeks and her nose drips rubies like blood. She looks at you, the one not…

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• timelordsarrah (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  Always Perceptive

  Always perceptive and yet so blind. This is the anthem of humankind. We straddle our barriers. We bridge our gaps. Still all the while our memories lapse. So much we’re…

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• timelordsarrah (25)in #fiction • 8 years ago

  War of the Angels

  I see the collection of small stone angels in the store before I see anything else. They make me want to walk away, but also compel me to enter. I stand out front grappling with…

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• timelordsarrah (25)in #creepy • 8 years ago

  Torture

  She ran through the forest. The wind whipped her hair against her face. She could feel the soft touch of it and of cloth against her skin, of her own breathing and blinking and…

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