Fall Writing Contest: Brie Underwood
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Iron
My grandmother irons my shirts in the mornings. It is slow, but sure. No detail escapes her, neither corners nor pockets nor creases. Steam rises… Read More »Iron
Laila & Majnu
She gently raised the mosquito net and sat at the edge of my bed. Her fingers always rested on her lap after she let herself… Read More »Laila & Majnu
Darkening
Here I branch off my body as I darken. The poison that is fed to me is doing its job quite properly. Fascinating isn’t it… Read More »Darkening
The Empty
Soft fur, sharp teeth. A round, slow-blinking eye. Curling horns and a swooshing tail– it skreet, skreet, skreets across the floor. The Monster is hungry. … Read More »The Empty
The Start of It
My therapist doesn’t seem to understand how bad my situation is. If she did, she wouldn’t be making me write this. The medication doesn’t seem… Read More »The Start of It
Dear Little Caterpillar
August 14, 2021 Dear Little Caterpillar, Hello there! Nice to meet you! You’re welcome by the way. I just saved your ass. Mother found… Read More »Dear Little Caterpillar
Exhaustion
Mind askance with everyday worries, no respite or relief from their never ending onslaught. The end of the day brings nothing but the cries of… Read More »Exhaustion
I’m ok
Been a month since you left for college. Been living off of pots of coffee. I’m ok, I swear it. Cause they say just grin… Read More »I’m ok
