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I think about the thing That will be my first last time Last donning of ring Last quarter or dime Last kiss of the sun Last walk through the street Last daughter or son Last step with my feet Last time I will die First last breath And last last breath Abby Russel is a Read More …

i feel as though i’m flowering now flowering? no, blossoming. that’s the correct word. but it isn’t true. i feel as though i’m flowering now. nothing changes that. say all you want that ‘flowering’ is not the word i should be using in my lines. i feel time tickle my cheeks. and it is the Read More …

she was floating over the sidewalk, a bubble in sunset tea. swirls of grace glanced her eyes and suffocated as she smiled. her hair felt hot when my hand ran through, as its frizzy brown ate up the fading sunlight, boiling each strand into hues of sandy, dim blonde. my head was in agony in Read More …

As I grew up I always thought, Childlike wonder leaves you. You wake up one day to the world a duller place. So I braced, for an impact that never came. Wondering when “things would never be the same,” It’s what we’re all told at a certain age. “Get ready for the real world,” But Read More …

My words held near, Only come forth at slow. Building my way up, Takes some time. But when they fall from me, My lips parted to speak, I know they care not For what I give. My stories are gray, Clouded in mist, Make people worry Or bored Or miss What I find near and Read More …