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You're President of the U.S. for 36 hours. You can't sleep for the duration, and your time in office is streamed live so you have to reply to comments while you fix policies. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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broken music.

your voice is a melody to my once broken ears

when you say my name my lungs fill with butterflies

for one second my mind slips out of all fear

it’s not the way you say my name or how

it’s the fact for one second i was the only thing your mind allowed

your hands fit perfectly around my waist

like they were molded by an angel. our eyes lock and our hands interlaced so deep we don’t need to give it a label

you stuck your flowers in my wounds so that my scars would grow back beautifully

it hurt so much more when you ripped them out of my chest so brutally

your flowers wilted away over time

you thought you could save what i was dealing with inside

maybe you could save me from myself

but when you got the dreaded call around twelve you knew my fate was written in stone with flowers on the side

the sound of your voice is now amplified in my tomb but it’s still a melody to my once again broken ears.

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played.

my thoughts. her thighs. he read between the lines. kiss her. kiss me. why can’t i breathe.

anger is filling my lungs with every inhale getting deeper and deeper with my blood boiling.

love isn’t real. lies upon lies. until my feelings slowly die out into numbness.

your the best actor i’ve ever met bc you can make me belive you care. you deceive my thoughts making me believe you weren’t like the others. turns out your knife was the sharpest. your blade cut the deepest. you say goodbye but it’s far from over. i can’t think. talk. look at anyone else with thoughts of you pouring into my pathetic mind. why. why. why

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she is me.

the scariest thing as a child was the monster that i thought lived beneath my bed. but the thing that scares me most now is the actual demon inside my head.

she answers to my name

tell me stories that mess up the things that make since inside my brain. the things i’ve grown used to. she tells me to give after all that i’ve gone through

i’ve tried to end her. drowning her head under water but she learned to swim.

she’s taken over my thoughts my every movement. i cower at the touch of every human from the lies she spilled into my brain. i’m alone with no one but her by my side.

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Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
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emmalawley

my boyfriends the devil

you grasp my waist while your delvilish hand wrappes around my mind

holding thoughts of loneliness in place

forcing me to think ill never be fine

you dragged your blade across my neck in hopes to keep me forever

this is my plea please dont pull the lever that pries open the gates

you flooded my mind with lust and greed paralyzing my heavanly slate

your tricks made me belivie this was a better place, dont shove me in

i cannot stand to be yours for another moment, no longer yours to showcase

no longer yours to replace your devilish needs, im free.