Bullying
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Chalkboard Gore

I’ve had dreams about these volcanoes before There, in that claustrophobic closet on the upper floor The one where I would hide from the world Too big of a world, hot world, noisy world A world never fit for me And a me never fit for the world If only anyone could see The things… Continue reading
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Nectarine Scarecrow

Engine soul of autumn gone Spring on the precipice The green, the warmth The birthing forth of old new life I sit in a tree with a yellow journal Scratching ink into paper As the sun shines like a nectarine in the sky The leaves chime green notes There’s a stream in the valley It… Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 8)

Why all this? he wondered to himself. Why is this place such an inhumane zoo? He just wanted to eat his lunch like everyone else. But then again, he could never be just like everyone else. Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 4)

The boy from the refrigerator was perched upon a steel beam like a vulture high above them in the old shoe factory. His slick black hair was more slick than usual. The dead eyes of alien blue that punctuated his pale face swirled like a spiral arm galaxy as he looked down at them. He… Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 1)
He opened a door and went into a room that looked like an old, empty kitchen. The floor was a dirty white and blue tile. The walls were once virgin cream but now a nicotine-smeared yellow. There was a goldenrod-colored refrigerator from the antique days against one wall and it hummed like an old man… Continue reading
