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An ambulance driving through a city at dusk.

The Sacrifice

By Kristal Peace (This poem contains domestic abuse.) My mother holdsMy hand as we navigateThe city’s streets during rush hour,The song of sirens escorting us home.She holds the grocery bagThat yanks her toward dinner. She holdsThe sharp words my fatherFlings at her when she thinksThe day is going well. She…

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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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