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Midnight Ink
Short poetry and flash fiction with a dash of true life.
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Magic
Magic
Dreamers come and go. But it’s the doers and sowers that force magic to grow.
Grace Russell
Nov 30, 2020
Monday Evening
Monday Evening
I sit here night after night counting my wrongs And things I should make right.
Grace Russell
Nov 30, 2020
Miracle Baby
Miracle Baby
In slavery I gave birth to you. I am yours but you are your own.
Grace Russell
Nov 2, 2020
Irrational Fears
Irrational Fears
There was never a fear of me being out and about and being attacked. There was a fear of me leaving and never coming back.
Grace Russell
Nov 2, 2020
Invisible Abuse
Invisible Abuse
Can feel like the worst kind, especially when you are raised by a borderline. Gaslighting marathons. Angry outbursts. No accountability…
Grace Russell
Nov 2, 2020
Foggy Serene
Foggy Serene
This foggy evening was a sweet song. Only kisses and laughs to it belonged.
Grace Russell
Oct 18, 2020
Guitar Strings
Guitar Strings
Guitar strings say all the things, That my spirit cannot verbalize. And that my voice cannot harmonize.
Grace Russell
Oct 18, 2020
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