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An Almost True Story About Emails

I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes  emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading

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Tear Drops

She folds her heartbreak like origami transforming an ocean into teardrops. 

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Portrait

“The bed is an operating table where my dreams slice me to pieces” – Anne Sexton Below is Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng.

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Toxic

Don’t feed me poison and tell me  I am toxic. 

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Autumn

“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng in Fall 2017 

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Tricks

When I think of you, why do I hate the ways you tricked me just to hate how I let myself be tricked more?

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Statues

We were statues who woke up still as stone in each other’s arms.

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Learn

I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille. 

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Never

My love fills books that he will  never read. 

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Choice

You pushed me off the edge and walked away singing: a falling body’s only choice is to hit the ground  and break. 

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