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Sketch with Morpho (my OC) and Hoodie. Attention! The drawing does not relate in any way to the actor himself, only to the character whose image was brought to life by the actor in the series. Please be respectful of the actors and do not confuse their personality with that of their character.

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Mods are asleep post sketches of your Humaniod ocs for that one story you have yet to contiune on Wattpad and that only two other people know about

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Lettuce

I want to lose weight. My favorite shorts make me look like I swallowed a balloon. I’ll eat more salads. Rabbit food. Try to avoid dousing it in ranch. At least lettuce doesn’t really have a taste. And I’ll work out. Where will I go. I will run a mile and do push-ups. But I hate push-ups. Maybe squats instead. I’m jealous of cats. They never feel the urge to lose weight. And they don’t really seem

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A Sexton Confessional

Before the last day of summer the bright flowers started playing hide-and-go-seek and the trees cracked dry as pyramid bricks and their trunks with no color—no more than the shallow canal it stretched for and our heels were painted green since Earth Day and there were times we forgot to dry the dishes and some still-warm nights we sipped flat soda from dollar-store cups while the moon came to peek

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Wastoid

after Mathias Svalina

My lover is a bracket. But the script between his lines isn’t English. J’ai besoin d’antiacides.My lover is from America. No, my lover lives in the United States. In other words my lover rummages through newspapers & pays with a dime & almost loses his Fedora to the wind on a street in a Big City. I am sitting on the kitchen counter in our home, playing Solitaire, letting…

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Fata Morgana

On my drive to the bank matted fur striped the left & right sides of the median— I wonder if the raccoon knew what one plus one makes when he became halves

the bank spat back my pennies like my dirt wasn’t worth enough so I cut off my hair & let the machine eat that instead

Violet Mitchellis a Denver-based writer and artist. She earned a B.AS. in cognitive literary studies and is completing an…

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Kneeled on Kitchen Tile

Kneeled on Kitchen Tile

Trying to remember the last time she swept it & wondering if this was how knights lived—Her husband scrubs the pan rougher than needed, but she doesn’t say so. When he finally dries it off & hands it to her, bees & wasps enter her body silently through her mouth. An apricot mercy falls down her throat. Don’t do this again,she thinks. She concentrates on oranges, then the navels make her think of…

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To Sylvia Rivera at the Stonewall Riots

To Sylvia Rivera at the Stonewall Riots

I was a ghost I was watching before I was born I watched your eyeliner smudge at the hands of a glove holding a baton I saw your eyelashes unhinge themselves I saw you throwing your leftover pennies throwing your dimes like they were bombs like they could protect you from those badges & their fists the night was bright with flashing scarlet & resolution blue bright with the fear & rage you have…

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