Much to her displeasure, as the moon waned to crescent, Miss Carlisle was roused from a five-day slumber by an onset of pain in her mouth. Upon brief examination in the mirror, she was confronted by a major alteration in her appearance — her canines were elongated and hooked. No longer was she able to […]
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I’ve never been to a sleepover before, but what I do know is that everyone talks. Nobody sleeps when you start unlocking your secrets. In the dark, when it’s okay to blink more times than normal, and no one can see the way your eyes dilate more than they usually do, everyone sits in a […]
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But no sonnets about how I stayed home to watch The Princess Diaries 2—again. No refrains for the burning guilt that I was convinced I cleansed with holy fire over the time I cheated on a homework assignment ten years ago. No notebooks for the hours I scribbled in the margins. I tell myself those […]
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These are the stories we tell each other when gathered around the Thanksgiving dinner table, laughter piled on top of the cranberry sauce: The time Daniel trapped the Fairy Barbie on the roof. When I fell through a tree branch and dangled by my neck until Mom could find help. What we don’t say: the […]
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Secrets— tiny eggs we harbor like illegal fugitives in the nests behind our rib cages. They hatch, rattle the bars, demand to come out, breathe in the scent of reality, bathe in it. But some baby birds need to learn to fly before they leave. Secrets need to learn how to live in a world […]
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The things the butterfly sees; Are more than broken dreams. It sees the true desires; From this one and only liar. Sketched with colored pen; On this broken skin. The butterfly will never tell; Of the things it sees from hell. The host lies to herself; Pulls sweet silver from the shelf. The butterfly knows […]
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant
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