Tag: empty
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Battery Pack
As I sit on the top floor of my work building, back nestled against the safety door that leads to the roof, I try to ignore the pulse in my forehead, the result of a morning of pretending. Pretending is hard. It’s like turning one of those new-fangled cordless vacuum cleaners up to maximum and…
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Shell
I sit and gaze beyond this realm, My mind is lost in ponder, My physical self is here, a shell, Whilst inner feelings wander. I am not here when you beg my ear, When you long to feel my touch, You see just part of who I am, You’ll never see too much. To delve…
Serena Malcolm 