All I've Got

The cardigan that my grandma wraps me in when I am cold.;

Dusty piles of cards from someone who loves me;

Computer overheating with a two-thousand-million-word PDF scrapbook;

Of all the little bits of stories that I pass off as my own;

My sister's laugh;

Peace of mind - a gift from a friend;

Books someone loves more than me;

Light from a lamp my parents bought when I was little;

Life my mother gave me;

Jokes my father gave me;

All the hearts I've made swell;

All the hurt I've caused.

None of it belongs to me,

But it's all I've got.

wph

VT

17 years old

Poetry

By wph

The Sweet Escape

When I was a little younger than I am now,
I went home after school and wrote until bedtime.
That was enough to take me into the stratosphere.
I'd play in the cloud for hours and hours.

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Fiction

By wph

Simon Peter

I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine.

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Poetry

By wph

Epistle by Donald Trump to the Angels

I first began in the business of selling people when I sold a strange man in Jerusalem that I did not like for thirty silver pieces. Swaths of people flocked after him down into the precipice of the market.

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