she frowned
like a flag
draped
over a coffin
when she smiled
her teeth
looked like
tombstones
she had three sons
two of which
were spread out
across the sands
the third
was twitchy
and inherited
her mouth
when she died
her teeth floated
in a glass
on the bedside table
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….uhh.. oh wow… Mike, you write some weird shit sometimes. I like you. You’re awesome.
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I do write some strange shit. Wait until you read the story I’m writing now. Last night’s chapter had me feeling anxiety in a major way.
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uhhhh…. do I wanna read it?? If it’s causing YOU anxiety *gulp* do I dare???
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I am too deep into the skin of the main character. It makes for better writing but a less than optimal experience for me. Lol
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I completely understand that! I do it myself far too often.
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This tale is gonna be a special one I think. It’s a collaboration with Chris Miller and it is as easy as when we wrote poetry together. Just a natural clicking of voices. It’s pushing me in a whole new genre.
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That’s awesome!
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