The last person hears a knock.
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Hearing a voice while in solitary.
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The tooth fairy pulls good teeth.
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Santa Claus is really Krampus, duh
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Guess what? We are pregnant again.
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Sally saw her shadow move, alone.
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What The Room Keeps
The beginning was so small that I almost missed it. After the bell rings, my classroom usually empties slowly, much in the way bars do at last call when everyone lingers a little longer than they should. It never fails—someone lingers to spill the day’s hottest tea, someone else gathers the Chromebooks and slides them into the cart while pretending not to listen, and at least one kid asks to borrow my pink, English teacher coded cardigan tomorrow because the air conditioning in this building seems personally offended by human comfort. I call them “my child”, when they say something so obvious or ridiculous, threaten to throw someone out the window in a voice that makes the good students laugh as I gather my patience together and ask them to start collecting bail money because “today is finally the day”. Eventually the hallway wins and carries them off, but the room never quite lets them go. The blue LED lights that line the ceiling are still glowing. The gold frames across the back wall—Bad Bunny, Tupac Shakur, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Margaret Atwood, Octavia Butler, Sarah J. Maas, George Lucas, & Kubrick—my silent proof that language belongs to everyone.
By Jennifer Vasallo 2 days ago in Fiction
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Being pregnant is the scariest for me out of this, lol! I loved your poem!
Funny, how I never related half of that with horror, but then I'm sure I did when I was much younger. But, then again, living with spirits my entire life, there is little that scares me. Well, maybe if I got pregnant. That would!
This is funny!
Horrific!!! Loving this, Mother Combs!!!