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ALICE bedecked in
saving grace, distracts from our
moral corruption
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as i form rebuttals
~ i carry the stench of impending defeat into the twilight hour. and when the sun breaches horizon. when a deluge pummels me about like a battered skiff. when the sky is bright with promise. a bleak picture most days, to be honest. you see my adversary is a real sad cunt. breaks the rules. lies. avoids reality at every turn. but her deception only spurs me on to push back. for she is me. we are i. locked in our mind. brittle smile on the outside while this conflict rages below, deep in our epidermis as i swallow every nasty thought she births. the world is none the wiser as we grapple for truth amidst laundry soap and dishes. she tries to break me as i form rebuttals, flooding my mouth with the poison of regret, the aftertaste of hindsight coating my tongue. i sag, belly bloated from swallowing down her alphabet of traitorous propaganda. but i refuse this fateβto be bullied into surrender. so i gag, strings of spittle and bile spattered about, purging myself of her venom and shame. perhaps i'm a misguided fool, but i'm still clinging to hope that tomorrow will see me the victor...
By Heather Hubler17 days ago in Poets
The Portrait of Matteo
Seventeen-year-old Manny got off a public bus at a busy intersection in downtown Philadelphia. When the bus released its brakes and passed his narrow view, he checked whether the art museum across the street was still there. He had been visiting it every day that week but wondered for a second the veracity of its presence. Now, the spring sun betrayed its gray highlights, giving it a warm glow.
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I wrote a paper on Alice in undergrad. Itβs my favorite piece of Victorian prose.