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At the top of the hill, surrounded by the tall pines and steep dirt paths, stood the lodge. The ice cream they sold there made being away from home slightly more bearable, but it was never what I really needed.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 05.23.2012 @ 2:54 pm
She’s anything but. And God, how it shows. She’s crying on the floor, she’s slashing at her thighs. She’s laughing, she’s smiling, maybe she’s better– nope, back to the floor.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 12.02.2011 @ 4:13 pm
Framed by mountains, hills, and the sandstone plateaus of my state, my view has always been one of immense natural beauty. I can gaze for hours and only see the good Earth.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 11.29.2011 @ 5:10 pm
I should be studying now, but I;m not. I’m wide awake and all I can do is think of you. I wish you were here. I want you to be here, because the only thing I want to study is your body.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 11.22.2011 @ 11:17 am
My mother is a violinist. She plays every day, the bow stroking each delicate string. She loves her violin. She loves it more than she loves me. Her disease has eaten away at her until she can barely remember who I am, she can’t be left alone. But she plays violin every day.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 11.14.2011 @ 11:13 am
How I limit myself on everything. “Only eat half of that.” I never eat the other half, and it’s starting to show.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 09.29.2011 @ 3:27 pm
She picked it up and felt the weight of it. It was good, sturdy, and never shifting. She lifted it higher. She threw it through the glass window. No more beauty in this neighborhood.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 08.08.2011 @ 2:41 pm
Hospitals, doctors, so many surgeries I can’t even count them anymore. And still, I’m not any better, and I doubt I ever will be. All I want is to be free and happy and for the love of God, healthy again.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 07.24.2011 @ 12:15 pm
He said “Do you know how fast you were going?” “No, Officer.” Yes, I did. “Oh, well I missed what the gun said…so…” and he walked away.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 07.22.2011 @ 8:51 pm
He was violent. Up until the day he left, he was mean, and hurtful, and he would hit you as soon as look at you. Since he left, my life was peaceful. So I looked for violence in other places. And I found it.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 07.21.2011 @ 10:34 am
Oh my God, oh my God, sticks and stones. I’m propped up on sticks, there’s sticks of metal through my hands, a crown of sticks on my head. Sticks and stones. Sticks and stones breaking my bones.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 07.17.2011 @ 5:15 pm
The only thing I ever received from you, was half my genes.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 07.02.2011 @ 1:51 pm
The feeling was worth being with you, even if I couldn’t say anything. The way my heart leapt to my lips when you were near. Oh my God, your hair, your hips, your eyes. I would spend hours and hours obsessing over the way the curve of your shoulder met your neck. I was lovestruck.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.29.2011 @ 10:38 am
When you said “Your highs aren’t worth your lows.” That’s when I knew how badly I had fucked up.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.24.2011 @ 6:53 pm
We haven’t really learned anything at all from it, have we?
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.23.2011 @ 8:20 pm
when I looked under the microscope in class, and saw my own blood sample, it was red, robust, full of life. Yours was speckled with black and green. Dieing. Dead. Ill.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.21.2011 @ 11:26 am
There was such glory that morning as you ran outside, the sun pressing against your collarbone and the bridge of your nose. I was amazed at your grace when you jumped up and over the sprinkler head, considering the disease that weighed your body down.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.17.2011 @ 8:49 pm
You have a gap between your front teeth, and when you smile, you get dimples on your cheeks. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, but when I tell you that, you deny it and you tell me I must be blind. But even a blind man could see how beautiful you are.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.16.2011 @ 6:43 pm
Where was the closest station? I don’t know, but a crime was committed, and I had nowhere to go but home. Still smelling like cigs and my friends and spray paint. And there wasn’t a police station in sight.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.15.2011 @ 9:44 am
And there, clutched so tightly to the womans’ chest, was where she felt the safest in years. With whispers of “Hush, it’ll be okay.” resonating in her ear, the girl began to dream of of a world where everything was okay.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.13.2011 @ 5:01 pm
She was beloved by many, but loved by none, and that’s the gist of that.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.12.2011 @ 9:15 pm
I was never put in the corner, but I was never in the spotlight. Just the middle shadow, far enough in the light to be seen, but deep enough in the shadows to be hidden. That was my realm, where I lived and loved.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.08.2011 @ 2:52 pm
I wish that forgetting you was as easy for me as forgetting me was for you. It’s unfair to me, and it’s unfair to you, because you can’t remember how good I was, and I can only remember how easy it was for you to forget me.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.07.2011 @ 11:17 am
My painted face, your dirty hair, threads throughout. I love how you look so covered in sun and summer.
That was the first time I ever loved you, and I never stopped.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.06.2011 @ 5:39 pm
Plaid shoes, plaid shirt, but my favorite is my plaid kilt. I’m Scottish and proud, and wear it whenever I get the chance. I even have my families tartans; hunting, dress, and every day patterns.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.05.2011 @ 4:52 pm
I keep thinking about how you always had this thing of chalkboard paint in the garage. You were always painting it on walls and doors and pantries to make these message boards, and no one ever used them.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.04.2011 @ 3:28 pm
I can hear where you want to be on the radio. It sounds like gone.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.03.2011 @ 4:27 pm
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I listened to the radio in your shop after you left. It reminded me of you. Tinny, distant, empty. No companion for a young girl.
» Posted By Emily Claire On 06.03.2011 @ 4:22 pm