Beached Whale


I did it. I did it in broad daylight. I stole while you play house the other side of the deciduous. I stole under your neighbors’ nose. Btw, the stake is rusted, therefore I saved the soil of poison. The wood is brittle which happens naturally over time. The numbers are intact I give you that.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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