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Nightshade

  • Love I (Decay)

    Spoiler! : This is the first part in a series.Part TwoPart ThreePart FourAll parts are meant to be in the same voice, but not necessarily chronological. I don't think we ...

    2 min read
  • Love II (Rebellion)

    Rated 18+ for language, sexuality, and alcohol references Spoiler! : This the second part in a series. Part OnePart ThreePart FourAll parts are meant to be in the same voice, ...

    2 min read
  • Love III (Masks)

    Spoiler! : This is the third part in a series.Part OnePart TwoPart FourAll parts are meant to be in the same voice, but not necessarily chronological. Turn on the lights, ...

    1 min read
  • Love IV (Illumination)

    Spoiler! : This is the fourth and final part in a series.Part OnePart TwoPart ThreeAll parts are meant to be in the same voice, but not necessarily chronological. That crumpled ...

    2 min read
  • Trains

    Spoiler! : Very slightly edited NaPo piece "Michael Bronson '92"The words are rough under my fingertips,splintered gashes carved into my bench.I think he must have been here with his family,waiting ...

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  • Lost in a 1954 Supermarket

    White thread spun through your hairtangles between my fingersand ties knots around my tongue.I gag, "love, kiss, touch"to your earrings, your ears are reservedfor needles skipping like heartbeats on 4

    1 min read
  • Airbag
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  • I
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  • Integration

    I spent hours staring at the limitas x approached infinity,tried to grasp between two fingerssomething untouchable by a milliona billiona trillion.I calculated the area under a curve,and it wasn't an ...

    1 min read
  • Fingerpaint

    We catch sunlight as if we're children, pressing it to our chests like it's too important to hold with just fingers.

    4 min read
  • Nineteen

    We are paperweights. We are creaking bones of winter. We stained our hands with ink like monster's blood like watered-down coffee like a sailor's tears soaking into the dock. ...

    2 min read


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