Short Stories, Poems, and Whatever Else

  • warm milk & other comforting things

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    Nicole B
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    it is two in the morning and i am drenched in milk: moonlight through linen pale skin white sheets but the milk is warm like someone slowly heated it with the burner on low for a child who cannot sleep what is the difference between a child and a woman in her twenties? a few…

  • r u drubnk?

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    Nicole B
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    where r u? i’m in the bathroom where r u? i’m so funk haha srunk* drunk wher r u? can u bring me water can u being me i need water where r u? i’m still in the barthroom i might theow up whre u?

  • A Sensory Nightmare

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    Nicole B
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    your skin sounds like a crack spreading slowly in bulletproof glass and your voice smells like flat ironing wet hair in a room with no vents and your words look like a gun with a pink ribbon tied around the barrel and your heart tastes like rat poison carefully mixed into mascarpone and your hopes…

  • The Patron Saint of Adolescence

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    Nicole B
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    As a twelve-year-old, I felt as ridiculed as a pregnant prom queen at a Catholic high school. I heard nuns whispering behind habits, hurling words like “sin” and “disgrace”. I saw peers in pleated skirts and pressed pants, whose polo shirts fit much better than mine. There were far too many demons for a school…

  • It’s Been Some Time

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    Nicole B
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    i don’t know exactly how long i don’t want to count days or hours but the mess in my personal space has grown and it’s hard to judge what was there before or which items i can project blame upon but i’ll start with the clean laundry on the floor as i write it’s raining,…