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The Breath of Love and Death

Gabriela MNovember 7, 2019

the breath of love and death written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 emotions leave the wombs of souls inebriation nakedness of pearls forgotten on the...

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Resurrection Tuesday

Judge BurdonOctober 15, 2019

Resurrection Tuesday written by: Judge Burdon The subversive scheme of benevolent intention Fades with the last smile of summer Sounding an...

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The Gravity of …

James Kenneth BlaylockSeptember 9, 2019

The Gravity of ... written by: James Kenneth Blaylock The Gravity of... irrelevant was the label hung over your head the moment you drew your first...

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The Death Bed

SpillwordsAugust 11, 2019

The Death Bed a poem by Thomas Hood We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept he...

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Voice In Your Head

Alfred OreroJuly 25, 2019

Voice In Your Head written by: Alfred Orero @orerochevvie When he will not stop speaking When his questions outnumber his answers When the voice ...

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The Door

Meghashri DalviJuly 5, 2019

The Door written by: Meghashri Dalvi The big metal door opens quietly. The view outside is familiar. It's what we watch from the inside. The vast...

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E, part of a poetry collection written by Tony Ortiz at Spillwords.com

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Tony OrtizJuly 4, 2019

E written by: Tony Ortiz @ProfoundAbsence The air stings with the thick smell of brimstone And burning flesh. Here, there is no soil. Only gray ma...

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The Heart of The Wind

David DephyJune 3, 2019

The Heart of The Wind written by: David Dephy Floating on the stream of your breath listening to the sound of your breath loving your silently deep ...

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Breath of A Soul

CamilleMay 29, 2019

Breath of A Soul written by: Camille @gowerrichelle75 From the first eager gasps of a newborn babe. Red faced, tiny hands flailing indignantly as ...

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Consumed

Stanley W. ShuraMay 8, 2019

Consumed written by: Stanley W. Shura The infinite dark wields its paint brush. It strikes me with mean ungentleness. My legs disappear with each pa...

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Heavens Skin

Beth TremaglioApril 25, 2019

Heavens Skin written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth I stood by the water watched the moon roll across the boundaries ledge, hang herself from th...

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One can’t live without breaths!

Arpan ChristyApril 25, 2019

One can't live without breaths! written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy When you were with me; the velvety air entering in me, after touching you...

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Going To Tonight

Robyn MacKinnonApril 14, 2019

Going To Tonight written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat life in every breath I'm considering going to tonight instead ...

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Breathless

L.M.GiannoneMarch 20, 2019

Breathless written by: L.M.Giannone @LISAGNO when I’m around you I’m unable to focus you leave me breathless...

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

Bodies In The Basement by M. Taggart

It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night ...