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Fairytale
I thought love looks like sun streaked happy endings in fairytales with just the right amount of sparkle, I thought love looks like four neat alphabets laid out between two neat little people sitting with hands held feet tucked in faces plastered with smiles I thought love looks like rainy nights and phones glowing awake beneath secretive blankets, I thought love looks like stardust laced solitude…
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Sidewalk Constellations
By Kieran Rundle
QuailBellMagazine.com
I stumbled off the steps of the school bus and did not look back as I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders carefully, hoping my laptop wasn’t too hurt by the emphatic jostling of the unsecured vehicle.
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Aya Contemplates the Length of Her Arms
By Lyndon German
QuailBellMagazine.com
My chest, the width
of a store-bought chicken. My legs, small drumsticks. My head shudders, left and right, among the muck- ridden sky. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
AgitationHis teeth are worn down from constant grinding like those Ancient Egyptian mummies whose dental damage indicates lots of gritty grains of sand got baked into their bread. |