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A frog staring ahead though blades of grass

one frog one scorpion

By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…

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Sticks & Stones

By Laura LaJoie Sticks and stones May have fractured My bones,  But nothing  Compares to the                                     C                                      R                                          I                                            P                                               P                                                  L                                                     I                                                        N                                                            G  Destruction words imprinted On my soul.  As vultures plucked one By one, their talons stripped Me of my flesh,                                                      S                                                         H                                                           R …

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hand in mirror

The Ghost within my Mind

By Laura LaJoie What an eerie feeling!Meeting the intruderWho’s seeking shelterWithin my mind.                    Exposing the horrors                   I’ve been numb to,                   Using me as its puppet!                                                 The gruesome fact is,                                                We are one in the same,                                                Aren’t we?                                                                                A mirror image                                                                               Stitched entirely of                                                                               Flaws, bound tightly                                                                               By self-preservation.

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Silhouette of a woman looking to the night sky.

Survivor

by Laura LaJoie Once we were friends I didn’t mean to offend Leaned in for a kiss I made the mistake to resist Young and naïve My innocence I now must grieve For he was cruel and impatient He reeked of desperation Hands gripped my thighs A wild look appeared…

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