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PTSD written by Michelle Blanton at Spillwords.com

PTSD

PTSD written by: Michelle Blanton   You broke into my house and finally saw the filth and squalor in which I allowed myself to exist in...after almost...
Transcendence written by Camille at Spillwords.com

Transcendence

Transcendence written by: Camille @gowerrichelle75   In a long forgotten land I wander. Sense of time and place have no meaning here. I am everything...
Oxytocin written by Precibus at Spillwords.com

Oxytocin

Oxytocin written by: Precibus @missprecibus   Intelligent, independent, narcissist. I have loved you for more than a year. But now we have to f...
My Jacket written by Luiz Syphre at Spillwords.com

My Jacket

My Jacket written by: Luiz Syphre @poetandkids   This is my jacket.  It's torn, with huge holes and it's old and not worth a penny. This is the j...
Question written by Vibha at Spillwords.com

Question

Question written by: Vibha @vibhalohani3   Covered with the dust of time On the shelf called life, Holding tattered pages Is a book called – self. ...
Schtick written by Dan Leicht at Spillwords.com

Schtick

Schtick written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk   “Each day is the same schtick,” he said, sitting with his co-worker Mark drinking their morning coffees....