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prasannawrites · 3 years

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salt

thoughts stripped bare by a callous salt-wind break the resin i casted your elegy in –

with you, the line between dream and nightmare is blurred.

there are a thicket of words i've planted on pages in your honour but they are better left unsaid – the swirling winds do not know this.

i do not know how to balm this storm of deep yearning –

i don’t know how. i don’t.

all i know is you, in your entirety,

and that’s enough.

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creatingnikki · 3 years

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I still can't get over how people refer to me as 'ma'am' increasingly now. I need to stop laughing in my head when they do. But I just can't. When the kids from my high school invite me to be a judge for a fest or when someone from my accountant's office calls me to remind me to send my documents in time for tax filing. I'm just stunned. Me? Ma'am? Not as a joke but like really? In my head I am a 4 year old who keeps giving monologues nobody can understand and twirls in her pink tutu that she refuses to get out of no matter how itchy. Like even when I got a call from my bank the other day where this employee introduced himself to me as my personal banker and I was like hmmm? It still feels like yesterday when I was using my parents' cards. Now I have a personal banker who is willing to chat with me for 30 minutes no matter the silly things I say? And calls me ma'am? Increasingly now because of these things and more I keep realizing that I am actually an adult. Even though I can't afford much on my own and still have my mother come with me to the doctor, I am an adult. And the world no longer sees me as a child. I need to take space as an adult. And I need to own it. And I need to not giggle when someone talks to me with respect. Sure like just using the word ma'am doesn't mean they respect me. It's a formality. But still an adult formality!!!!

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writinginnorthnorfolk · 3 years

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A smear of lipstick on the way out the door

Mum greeted everyone blooming smile,lips frosted pink, applied and blottedbefore leaving our top floor flat. I used to delve into her make-up bag,untwist precious tubes and smearmouth, cheeks and chin with colour. I learned to love carmine caressesof creamy lipstick, blotted with kisses,or left steaming on cups in restaurants. But during this pandemic year,my lips have been left cold and bare,and…

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blackinkmess · 3 years

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NaPoWriMo 2021 - Day 15

This vulnerability this union in raw form what a gift it is to be what we really are. We've never had guards we've always shared this sensitivity. We co-exist in such a natural state unafraid to bare everything. We can strip down to the core and know that this love will carry us.

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cbialczak1971 · 3 years

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NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/15/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/ Today’s prompt comes to us from Juan Martinez. It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit. Mother, turn the television upthat is…

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