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nominee

the nominee had no idea he had a fighting chance—less–he thoguht he’d been nominated by mistake—an undersight, perhaps. he arrived, anyway, as a courtesy to the nominators at expense of embarrasing himself. imposters syndrome is realer than recognition.

» Posted By Safon On 10.04.2018 @ 10:49 am

circus

her life had become a circus but she was no ringmaster—-she was a jester in her own show. the clown that reacted to the pulse of what brought it joy–the people—her “people” manifest ed in the form of alcohol. and she would do tricks for it and as a result of ti. th cycle was vicious.

» Posted By Safon On 09.30.2018 @ 6:37 am

handlebars

the handlebars head marks–ones that you could see–visible only to the eyes that were looking for the them. they were stained–grey– faded. she had been theough enough for it to wear off.

» Posted By Safon On 09.18.2018 @ 1:35 pm

central

her peace was central to her everything else. she hadnt realized this in years–3 to be exact. she allowed herself to glide, hazily, through interactions, and frustrations, and habits until the time came for he to sit hwith herself—again. to see what she’d been missing. to rediscover her herness.

» Posted By Safon On 08.06.2018 @ 6:51 am

wagon

The wagon carried her secrets. she covered them with a blanket—the thick one from her grandmoters bed. though covered she feared the wind would be the secret’s revelaer—peeling the banket back with a gust. she feared

» Posted By Safon On 07.31.2018 @ 7:14 am

the wagon was heavier than expected. she loaded it to the brim with all she thouht was necessary—nmot taking into the account the fact thgat she would have to carry it all with her. what necessary immediately chagned. now she was forced with the taks of unloaded those things little by little that served les purpose

» Posted By Safon On 07.30.2018 @ 6:14 am

hoodie

the hoodie she was stil lsmelled of him—that slight stench of musk and coconut oil—she inhaled the memories of the better times when this space felt safe—that space within his garment the space within him. she now inhales the m

» Posted By Safon On 07.21.2018 @ 7:43 am

the hoodie was his weapon—or so they thought. they hoodie represented all the things that were hidden that they wished that they could see. the hoodie held the secret—destroying the hoodie allows the secrets to flow.

» Posted By Safon On 07.20.2018 @ 6:26 am

stunt

The stunt didnt go as planned—-they never do. she had it all mapped out from call to response. she perfected the exchange and even considered possiblity for wild card—just not wild enough. the stunt started as practiced but ended in disaster. the end is always what gets ya.

» Posted By Safon On 07.19.2018 @ 6:15 am

the stunt she pulled on herself was the worst of them all. she was the spy and enemy target all the same. she didnt try to reconcile the difference just played the team that called for her the loudest at any given time. she pretended to have a fav, but that too was a lie. she

» Posted By Safon On 07.18.2018 @ 5:48 am

vet

the vet couldn’t figure out what was wrong after several tests, analysis, specialists. SHe wanted to chalk it up to a broken heart as its a cause she knows to be true but hesitates as science and emotions share no worthy space.

» Posted By Safon On 04.03.2018 @ 5:41 am

distance

the distance between where she was, where she wanted to be and where she used to be blurred. she didnt even know if there was a distance of if it all happened in the exact same spot at a different time, each time. the questioning of distance bred the questioning of progress, a question she couldnt bear to to answer

» Posted By Safon On 01.01.2018 @ 1:45 pm

league

she was within her league even if she chose to believe otherwise. she doubted as a defense. this doubt would soften rejection and heighten what shes seen proven to be truy time and time again. it is never about you. it is always them and they always win.

» Posted By Safon On 11.06.2017 @ 8:58 am

mop

she took the mop and began to go over and over the spot where she could see her reflection. she scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed to clear what she saw to no avail. it stared back–mockingly. she broke the mop in half deeming it unfit for the job at erasing her existence. next time she’ll use something else.

» Posted By Safon On 11.02.2017 @ 9:13 am

welfare

i’m on welfare. not a sentence i ever expected to write unless i expected to write fiction. this is not that. this is real life and in my real life i show up at a building every day from 9-5 so that i may be assisted by the system. welfare wins a fight i didnt even realize i was having.

» Posted By Safon On 10.16.2017 @ 2:15 pm

informed

she was ill-informed though she thought she knew it all. what sis dint know was that its’ all an illusion. notihng mattered. little was real. it was all a figment. she informed those around her who knew more than she that she had the information they needed. she informed wrong.

» Posted By Safon On 10.12.2017 @ 7:15 am

announcement

she made an announcement to herself that this time would be different. she tried to say it differently this time to make it stick. new method–new outcome. she changed her inflection and even her intention—for the moment. she quickly discovered how fleeting her changes was. she’d announce again tomorrow.

» Posted By Safon On 10.11.2017 @ 11:41 am

dilemma

she faced the ulitmate dilemma—to leave or stay. staying would mean leaving a piece of herself behind. leaving would mean losing it all–or some, she thought. the dilemma was not in the act itself, but in what follows. the dilemma lived in the lonely, is lonely less than unhappy?

» Posted By Safon On 05.11.2016 @ 6:30 am

buzzing

outside was buzzing. not the normal buzz of the streets and lights, and people, and things—but something entirely different. this buzz was intense–intentional. she knew it was directed at her but she hesitated to pursue it. the buzz was violent.

» Posted By Safon On 07.06.2015 @ 6:16 am

fries

the fries were cold—it wouldn’t be the first time. there was always something cold around here–the fries jsut another consistency added to the list. she cared not to warm them. what use what it do? they would only be warm for a short time before cooling again. as with all things. the fries were no different. every bit the same.

» Posted By Safon On 07.02.2015 @ 6:23 am

octave

she went up an octave to see if things cleared up there. they didnt. she went back down, then down some more, and once more til it was all unrecognizable. she tried to scurry upward but it was too late. she forgot where she started.

» Posted By Safon On 06.17.2015 @ 6:14 am

clip

the clip was empty. her insides just the same. everything changed in that instant. the instant extending for ions. she was frozen there. thoughts rushing, none of which she could believe. she froze in that space praying for the moment beofre the moment

» Posted By Safon On 06.15.2015 @ 6:56 am

anonymous

she preferred to stay anonymous. so public yet so private at the same time. she was afraid of what they would think to know it was her all along. the damage it would do, bonds it would break. she decided it was best this way. ju

» Posted By Safon On 06.11.2015 @ 6:44 am

local

she felt like a local no matter where she was. she had a way of fitting in—or pretending to. morphing had served as a gift and curse for her for so long she began to grow indifferent about it. citizen of the world she shout in love and defense.

» Posted By Safon On 06.09.2015 @ 6:56 am

tracks

the tracks appeared endless. she was faced with the task of selecting one. always a difficulty for her when options are granted. choosing one. she much rather be nudged in the direction she should choice, the wind, a hand, anything choosing for her.

» Posted By Safon On 06.08.2015 @ 6:58 am

approached

she was approached by the man that she assumed was walking past her. he wasn’t close enough for her to be his intention—til he was. he reached for her as if he knew her. so confident that she almost reached back. she jerked her hand when she recognized a stranger.

» Posted By Safon On 06.05.2015 @ 8:55 am

sting

his love stung. she thought it would soothe but thoughts dont always produce action. this was a sting. to the heart, no less. it started as an itch then the burn came. slow—directed. the sting was deliberate.

» Posted By Safon On 06.04.2015 @ 9:42 am

investigator

the investigator suspected something but recently learned not to trust himself. he surprised himself in ways he knew incapable and now nothing was the same. eveything questionable, tilted, not quite right. what he suspected was far less than what he knew

» Posted By Safon On 06.03.2015 @ 6:30 am

instigate

she instigated the whole thing with no idea. it started with a question. a simple question.–as if there is such a thing. she asked the wrong person—or maybe the right person with the wrong access. the answers brought questions that there were no answers to. she instigated confusion.

» Posted By Safon On 06.02.2015 @ 9:51 am

mighty

she felt mighty under him, next to him, with him. like she could take on the world. she prayed her gain of might from him did not lend to his depletion. did he have enough for them both? is he sharing without knowledge, losing with no clue why?

» Posted By Safon On 06.01.2015 @ 7:34 am

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