Category: Poetry
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Starstruck
Reaching for the stars, I burn my hand. Nothing is going right. My plan is failing. Abort, abort, abort. Vulnerability never looked so weak. Churning and burning. Tears and tsunami I reach for the stars again I burn. The pain is lava. The heat melts away my strength. I burn until I am nothing but…
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The Sense of Humor of a Man
I have the sense of humor of a man. What about you? Let me explain myself. Our humor smokes cigars and drinks coffee straight. You can’t join us if your coffee has even a drop of milk. Get out. God forbid, a woman, makes a funnier joke than us. Damn you woman! No girls allowed.…
REBECA BRITNEY 