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» Posted By Bridget On 09.27.2018 @ 7:00 pm


My mask is my beauty.
My mask is my intelligence.
My mask is my face.
Is that a bad thing?
I strive for practice.
I strive for friendship.
I strive for improvement.
Is that a bad thing?
You say the mask is fake,
I say its protection,
so I can become
my own perfection.

– (not agreeing with this, if you want improvement, improve yourself instead)

» Posted By Bridget On 03.30.2018 @ 8:35 pm


Tradition is something is passed down through generations to the next set of people in your family. Some people think that traditions can be weird but that is only because that person is an outsider who is looking in on something that could be hundreds of years old and they don’t know it. Most people have traditions, actually all people have traditions they just don’t know it.

» Posted By Bridget On 01.02.2017 @ 11:49 am


Dawn is beautiful. it is when the sky comes alive and the earth wakes up for the day. it is a sight that many people love seeing and they take pictures of it. I never see dawn because i am never awake. But i have seen it before and its really amazing.

» Posted By Bridget On 10.17.2016 @ 9:00 pm


ben was a lightweight. you wouldn’t expect him to be, tough guy, i-don’t-give-a-shit-i’ll-murder-your-family, 6 foot 4 Ben. Sure, he was skinny, but he didn’t look like a lightweight. But he was. Three beers and you had him on the floor moaning, “i was just never good enough for anyone–“

» Posted By bridget On 03.31.2016 @ 7:56 am


she stopped believing in god a little after she turned 16, a benevolent god, anyway. her god was right outside that door. she wasn’t going to worship him. when she found out she was pregnant, she started praying again.

» Posted By bridget On 03.10.2016 @ 7:50 am


on his trip to the museum, he encountered someone he recognized in the statue of the goddess Artemis. he recognized the trapped ook between those marble eyes.
“i’ll back for you tonight.”

» Posted By bridget On 02.23.2016 @ 12:11 pm


even as i kiss him, i can’t stop hearing the gears turning right under his skin.

» Posted By bridget On 02.17.2016 @ 6:57 am


i’ve had lots of families, throughout the years. that’s one thing i’ll appreciate about people, how willing they are to love someone they shouldn’t. i’ve played all the roles in these families, the pride, the shame, the mother, the younger sibling, the mystery. i’m usually the mystery.

» Posted By bridget On 02.11.2016 @ 7:50 am


“so this is how the world ends: not with a bang, but a whimper”
she always expected him to go down fighting. yelling, cursing his enemies. but here he was, crying and whimpering, because he was afraid. he had he wasn’t afraid of anything. he lied?

» Posted By bridget On 02.10.2016 @ 11:08 am


this is what they taught you that the value of a woman is:
the size of her breasts, the brightness of her eyes,
the way her smile forms, not too big but not too small
these are everything, and there’s nothing else.

» Posted By bridget On 02.05.2016 @ 11:05 am


my mother told me i needed to get my priorities straight. but i did have them straight! i love him, and i’ going to have his babies. what can take priority over that? what could possibly be more important than true love?

» Posted By bridget On 02.04.2016 @ 7:54 am


she was always very important in high school. student council president, and all that shit. not so very important, now, huh? not with a baby on your hip and no father in sight. not so high and mighty now, huh?

» Posted By bridget On 02.03.2016 @ 11:37 am


my therapist says that sexuality is a spectrum, and i fall right in the middle of it. mom says that she’s full of bullshit and that i shouldn’t go to her anymore because she’s a crazy liberal who’s going to send me to hell.

» Posted By bridget On 02.02.2016 @ 8:20 am


you’ve always been clever, haven’t you? i can tell, you have a sort of way of acting. you’ve always been too clever for your own good. too quiet too. well, it’s not going to change. you’ll go home. they won’t listen, because you’re just too clever and too quiet and they will never understand what you’re trying to say.

» Posted By bridget On 02.01.2016 @ 10:48 am


before you defeat the monster, you have to say it’s name
you have to look it in the eye,
but you cannot bring yourself to raise your head.

» Posted By bridget On 01.28.2016 @ 12:35 pm


round and round it goes, same old thing over and over again. time is a wheel, and we’re all being crushed under it’s weight. he had always thought that history couldn’t really repeat itself. but maybe he could force it to.

» Posted By bridget On 01.15.2016 @ 12:32 pm


and you’re so confident, but i hear you crying in your sleeping bag
she’s supposed to be all smiles and happiness under all that make up.
is she?

» Posted By bridget On 01.14.2016 @ 10:51 am


this is what it adds up to, the punishment for the sum total of all the sins i’ve committed. i know in my heart that it’s fair but all i want to yell is fuck you! at god, buddha, or whoever the fuck is listening.

» Posted By bridget On 01.11.2016 @ 11:14 am


they bury him with incense, as is tradition. she remembers the strangers that came when he babe was born, bearing the gold, frankincense and myrrh. she remembers the incense the most, the smell of it wafting through the barn that was all she had. the smell of it then had given her hope that her child would grow up safe and happy, loved by all. the smell of it now makes her sick.

» Posted By bridget On 01.08.2016 @ 12:53 pm


she hated the squeaking noise that markers made when he drew. she said it brought up bad memories.

» Posted By bridget On 12.04.2015 @ 12:25 pm


i hate that it’s our last sunset but i have to end it. she can’t stay with me on my fucking birthday. and i know as the sun sets below the water that ours have too. i try to not remember the good parts.

» Posted By bridget On 12.03.2015 @ 12:41 pm


sweet tea and honey smiles
with too-tight cheeks and stiff hair
hiding the knives behind her skirts.
bless your heart

» Posted By bridget On 12.01.2015 @ 7:22 am


he called me pumpkin when he raped me.
(isn’t that funny? see, rape jokes are funny)
in his southern accent, the word dripped like molasses
my pumpkin
i remember carving out the insides with my father, like he’s doing to me now.

» Posted By bridget On 11.30.2015 @ 11:00 am


shred my skin. shred my arms. shred my soul.

mama was in the kitchen, shredding the white cheese. i could feel the wall between us and how nothing would ever fix it.

» Posted By bridget On 11.20.2015 @ 7:56 am


It was instantaneous. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she spun around and let loose. “You think this is easy for me? You think I wanted this to be the story of us? No, Mark, I didn’t. I didn’t want this at all.” He rolled his eyes dramatically, “Oh, here we go. The guilt trip.” She almost slapped him. She should have slapped him.

» Posted By Bridget On 08.15.2015 @ 7:22 am


It tasted like nothing. Which was not normal. It’s not like yogurt usually had the attribute of tasting like nothing. It’s that she couldn’t taste it, almost didn’t even notice it was in her mouth. She stared solemnly out the window, dutifully, distractedly. Eating over the sink is the saddest ritual.

» Posted By Bridget On 08.07.2015 @ 8:16 am


It required stepping back to appreciate it. But it wasn’t about appreciation. She didn’t want to appreciate it. She wanted to examine it, to step inside, to understand how it functioned on a minute scale. The big picture, whatever. She got the general idea, but to actually understand, and that’s what she wanted. Understanding, not appreciation.

» Posted By Bridget On 08.02.2015 @ 5:38 pm


It was all there in front of her. Undeniable. Maybe. I mean, she denied it. Adamantly. Despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, she gave him the benefit of the doubt. Even as a scientist, she ignored the aspects that would have given her hints, the parts that point to the truth. She instead chose to believe her gut. Her gut was never wrong. Was it?

» Posted By Bridget On 07.29.2015 @ 8:47 am


He carefully peeled the orange and somehow he managed to do it menacingly. He never met her eyes, rather concentrated on the peel as if he was going to be asked to put the entire orange back together after he was done disseminating it. She felt a chill on the back of her neck.

» Posted By Bridget On 07.28.2015 @ 6:36 am

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