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yaya

yaya

using my gift.

6
Writings
2
Followers
1
Following
yaya

yaya

using my gift.

6
Writings
2
Followers
1
Following
The Back-Biter’s Burden

yaya

1 min read

I couldn’t say that


You must understand.


Why bring it up?


It’s out of my hands.


When I look at her


seething


my wrath burning deep,


no courage is found


to utter a peep.


But away from her presence,


boy, am I free!


To sigh and sneer,


cackle and creep.


I feel powerful


when she is away


to let my deceitful tongue sway,


to feign my respect from day to day.


But with such power


I’m s...

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willing.

yaya

1 min read

willing to love for the first time.

my single rule being: thee be God’s

…and I be thine....

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The Cabin.

yaya

1 min read

Everything was a blur. Streams of tears ran across my cheeks as I continued rowing. Not only was I struggling to see but each swift movement I made sent a slicing pain through every bone in my body. A puddle was forming beneath me. Was it water? But it feels…warm. Blinking away the tears, I quickly glanced down. Blood. It was already coating most of the canoe. How much of it will I lose before hit...

1
chestnut ave.

yaya

1 min read

A red octagon. What was it again? ‘Slow down’? ‘Wrong way’? My foot hovered over the brake as I cautiously scanned the street for clues. Finally, my eyes landed on a freshly painted crosswalk right below the sign. ‘Stop.’ Of course, it was a STOP sign. Almost a year has gone by since the last written traffic sign was ripped off of Chestnut Avenue’s curb. Sure, it was an inclusive measure taken on...

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the bridge.

yaya

1 min read

I watched my bare feet dance over the smooth rocks and calm waters below me. My fingers picked at the old splinter-prone wood upon where I sat. There was no other place on earth where I could find such a secluded and peaceful bridge. What started out as a secret spot to clear my head, became something much more. It was -in many ways- like a home or a sanctuary. Only there were no walls. No others....

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