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I slid the thick binder from my satchel, flipping through the tabbed pages with as much discretion as I could manage lest a passerby spot the bold, red printed text, like an accusatory brand : PTSD. I flipped to the page of condemning words, laying the packet in my lap to better compile them into a semi-coherent narrative to publicize tomorrow. Group therapy isn't new to me- nor is it especially ... » Continue Reading
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The coffee shop was relatively busy once I'd wrestled open the heavy glass door, bustling with construction workers from a nearby site, nursing students and a number of other productive members made up the attendance of coffee seekers. I supposed I fit in enough, college aged on a college campus.Still, I felt a strange sense of irony strike me at the realization that maybe I should have been amon... » Continue Reading
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"Have you ever heard of IFS?" There's something about realizing that I am so profoundly broken that it can be quantified through fractured parts of the psyche. I swallowed thickly, my face mottled with embarrassing splotches of red. "Um...I'm not sure if it's what I'm thinking of" I considered reintegrating these personified parts of me. Suddenly I felt more haunted than before, as though I wer... » Continue Reading
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“We wouldn’t be talking regularly if I didn’t find you interesting” “so once the novelty wears off you won’t?” The back of my throat tightens. I contemplate walking out into the hazy humidity of the night to get a strawberry milkshake just for a semblance of what summer is meant to be. My days are a dim imitation of the nights I spend alone, mental process and ... » Continue Reading
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He approached as though detecting the morose quality to my gaze as I sat, curled in the wire chair. "here's this back, so you won't be lonely." The old man returned the chair to the cafe table I sat at. I smiled, motioning to the chair. "My companion." The small velcro pouch beside my laptop caught his eye. "what's that?" "This?" I pulled open the velcro, revealing the reflective cheap black p... » Continue Reading
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"What if we're overcome by a feeling? It's a feeling we cannot explain. And where would that feeling lead us if we acted on it?" If there are windows to sublime perception in all of us, I feel as though there has been one left open within me, filling me with an unruly draft I cannot locate the origin of. I am a bound specter haunting the architecturely confusing structure of my being. THe colors... » Continue Reading
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ABBOT. This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as is, It is an awful chaos-- light and darkness-- And mind and dust-- and passions and pure thoughts Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive: he will perish. --- Manfred , Lord Byron » Continue Reading
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Curiosity won out and I followed the draw of the wand, stopping at the desk to question the old lady as to it's origins. "oh my, what is it?" She'd asked as she examined the hilt. "Not sure, some kind of wand, I think." I ran my thumb over A star of david inset with a red rhinestone on the anterior of the hilt. It was a creative piece, but not one I'd spend $69 dollars on. I examined it with m... » Continue Reading
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to meet a lover's embrace his chest flushed primrose one who reminds me of what it is to view fourfold for the subliminity in his cornflower eyes reminds me of the unsanctioned divinity residing within me like guiding genius, my magician calls me sweetly pensive with the press of my cheek to his arm He rests jasmine and other blooms of prophecy upon me and spectates the night sky in my every ra... » Continue Reading
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There is little more pain I've known than the pity of a dear friend in your regard. A well wish affirming my fears more biting than any scornful comment could have been. I was reminded why I preferred the facade of intimidation over being an invisible creature of pitiable nature. Fearsome does not want for anything, fearsome does not ache at the absence of beauty. I ached deep in my chest for the ... » Continue Reading
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