Tag: Emergent writer
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(In)authentic
Why do my words fall So carelessly, all I want is to speak with grace And discretion. But my tongue’s in a race To prove I’ve no control over me, To reveal to all, let them see My tendency toward indecency, To say whatever comes to mind, Ignore all consequence, ‘til I find I’ve pushed…
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3. The Fall
CW: This content may be upsetting to some readers. Contains inference to r–e. He is at her door again—knocking, banging, shaking the handle, whispering her name, yelling her name, demanding she let him in. The girl is sitting in bed, smoking. She has smoked through her first pack and now desperately watches the second one…