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Week 6
May 12, 2014 16:45:41 GMT -5
Post by A Right To Write on May 12, 2014 16:45:41 GMT -5
**Lisa (Writer of the Week)
Orbits burst open Faces contort Moans escape.
Jagged edges Rip the flesh Stomachs churn.
Pain torments Bodies collapse Alleys are blocked
Waiting begins For destruction to end
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Week 6
May 12, 2014 16:46:30 GMT -5
Post by A Right To Write on May 12, 2014 16:46:30 GMT -5
**Natalie
I have been here before elephant dead legs my chest dehydration crouched in corners so the space seems manageable hands under my knees chest against my thighs head tucked tight a resemblance of my inner balance removal of one domino
The inside of my brain has become an old film projector images flashing on a sheet tacked to the wall the ticking of the reel as it spins burnt popcorn the tape runs out and the end snaps the desk with each rotation no one is there to flip the switch and I can’t get myself up to reach it
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Week 6
May 12, 2014 16:47:18 GMT -5
Post by A Right To Write on May 12, 2014 16:47:18 GMT -5
**Tara (Writer of the Week) *The Ohio Bell Telephone Company
Afternoon exhaust rests in their feathers Vacant expressions in their black eyes Ignoring the fumes of twisting nethers A pale distant cooing is their disguise.
Each morning cracks open, spills over the street, Digesting the muck and bottles and bones We line up in cars- a grey, dusty fleet They perch on wire joining us with phones.
Diseased, broken moving marionettes, Burning their cities for coffee tables, and sweet cancer stench of our cigarettes. To love is toxic, painful, and fatal.
Not once do we stop, and look up above, to hear the sad song of the mourning dove.
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Week 6
May 26, 2014 19:53:04 GMT -5
Post by A Right To Write on May 26, 2014 19:53:04 GMT -5
Prompt 6:
Envision something you know very well.
Write a piece in which what you're writing about isn't mentioned.
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