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my verbs are dead-end nouns

bed; pill; keys;

                    papers; pill; bed

my words hang stale and faded

like the scrawls of misogyny

on the inside of a bathroom stall

even those written in the ladies’ room


each facebook message and text notification

reads as a demerit

torments like an accusation

and eventuates into empty inboxes

friendships blistered, and ultimately bullet-wounded

by this pebble stuck in my shoe

I’m sorry I can’t get it out


symptoms screech loudly but sleep shallowly

so they push their headphones in

and suggest I do the same

this sits far deeper than my cochlear

but thanks – I will burst my eardrum anyway

just to make you feel like you helped

- Alex Creece

You can see more of Alex’s work at www.creecedpaper.com