the ugly writers

Dead Peoples Stuff For Sale

So I should know. Yes, I knew they were no longer with us. I didn’t know if their past possessions were antiques, or nearly new, or even used or slightly soiled.
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Rejection

She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. Or was I the first to smile and she smiled back? I don’t remember.
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Dragonfly

Sometimes, letting go of a person, or even just memory of a person is painful. Similar to freeing a dragonfly. Setting free a dragonfly only to get bitten in the process.
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River

I look into the river and see myself in reflection. Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow. I am constantly being moved and changed,