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Another night melts away as the morning routine flirts with me, teases and prods me until I eventually climb out of my bed and begin another uneventful version of lately, a day like every other day.
I see a green tree  I think of her I see a green Starbucks straw I think of her I see a green road sign I think of her   
The little blond four year old  She didn’t want the new edition to come  For fear he’d push her into the cold Although now she knows it was rather dumb  Couldn’t believe he was coming so soon 
Crutches. Two of them. One strapped to each arm.   That’s the first thing they see, But do they see me?   Stares.
Lights flicker People bicker Eyes role back Vision goes black Then theres a shake Like an earthquake The body tenses Energy only one of the expenses Head jerks forward
What is wrong with certain words or how it is used? Around the world, all people have languages. They also have words that come with them. Certain words and certain uses of words cause harm.
I’ve got - two loving mothers Who i’m sure - passively still love eachotherWho both supported me through panic attacks and shaking shuddersWho did their best to hold me near when I was paralysed with fear. But damn!
by Ariel Douglas (July 2016)   Every morning it’s the same The two sit together, just inside the door Like two medieval soldiers taking the night watch
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