Category: childhood
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Spare the rod, Save the child
All night, you keep waking in school wooden paddles on bare skin stomach punches behind closed doors Cold winter hallways laughter in the classroom isolation you still feel They are probably all dead except in your head where they hide and never leave Bastards keep saying you deserve it and you hate yourself for wanting…
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Waking From Dreaming with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head that I Scribbled Down in the Dark on a Notebook I Keep on a Table by the Bed for Those Nights When I Wake with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head
Yesterday, I ate the last garlic stuffed olive in the jar and wondered if they make some mixed drink with garlic stuffed olives, but it sounds gross, but I don’t drink alcohol and maybe it would make a great martini and I think back to summers, as a kid and my sisters and I would…
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