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910 [30 August 2017]

To hear your ragged breath close to my ear as you press into me. To feel your palm rough against my breast as my nipples tighten. To open my eyes with you inside me, bringing me awake with a cry … Continue reading

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909 [29 August 2017]

How does one break through the walls built to protect your own heart from others? Is it a crack, a small fault in the design that let’s another in. Or is it by force, like pulling tape off skin that … Continue reading

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908 [29 August 2017]

If I could, I’d break past these walls, the barriers that keep me from you. But the reality of life is such a cruel reminder that while I wish to be with you, you are still with someone else, someone … Continue reading

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904 [27 July 2017]

I was born a 90s kid, passing by the 80s before I knew what was what, thus I grew up learning the pop culture abundant taking to heart the stories told, believing that the saving was done when love’s true … Continue reading

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902 [30 June 2017]

I want to run up that hill, stand on the crest, raise my arms and hands to the sky, shouting to the world that I am finished with you, that I am over you, but it would be a lie. … Continue reading

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901 [16 June 2017]

In the deepest part of me, the truth resides. It’s prickly thorns ready to ward me off, keeping me away from it either for a good or not so positive reason but still I peek at it. Surreptitiously across the … Continue reading

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900 [16 June 2017]

Sometimes words escape me, the emotions flowing through that visceral, physical part of the human being I am. too much, too large, too deep. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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899 [15 May 2017]

The life I grew up in portrayed me and others like me as princess, damsel in distress, always awaiting the white knight. The type-casting never quite fit for me, as I always wanted to reach for the sword, the crossbow, … Continue reading

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898 [03 May 2017]

I am the kind of anxiety that fears messing up when no one responds to me I am the kind of anxiety that believes I’ve been rejected if no one calls me. I am anxiety girl. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt … Continue reading

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891 [01 February 2017]

As the worrisome changes affecting the country of my birth continue to increase the volume, a way to ride out the frustration is to channel it to other pursuits. Thus shall I focus my talents on illustrating what mine eyes … Continue reading

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