Tag: Writers Life
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Lungs
Lungs Sand, paper and dust, raging fires beneath the surface a giant’s footstep on the back black ink dripping down the throat tears (un-)spilled and blood longing for air. Sand, paper and dust, shredded and broken a prizefighter’s punch in the chest lifeless wings unfolding in a storm shattered lungs and a breath never…
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Zombie – A Short Story
A mask made of disgrace and decay covers my face. I am the worst of my wandering nightmares. I am a killer of men. I tear up their warm bodies, rip away their flesh and bury my hands deep in their chests. I squeeze their hearts until no life is left; I shred their veins…
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Reset – A Short Story
‘Liar!’ she said. ‘You are a liar!’ ‘You are killing me!’ ‘I want to hate you. Why can I not hate you? Please make me hate you!’ Later, she listened to what friends had to say. They gave good advice: the pain will pass; the suffering will go away. You just have to endure; you…
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Poem: No Title
I can still feel your touch on my skin. Sometimes it is like a feather, so soft it barely makes an impact. Other days I can feel the muscles of your palm, as you hold on to my shoulder. Your lips, I do no longer remember what they taste like. I imagine strawberries and the…
Jessica Holzhausen - Writer & Artist 