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Me, Myself, & I
He was dead. Alice sat down, pulled a cigarette from her bra, propped her feet up on the body (but he didn’t serve well as a footrest, he...
Danielle Pryor
Sep 21, 201814 min read
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Can You Make a Fish Drown
Can you make the sun burn out? Can you make the seas dry up? Can you make the skies turn green? Why not? Enter my world, come in and...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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Ponds
I stare at the sky full of dreams Floating passed me. Dreams untouched by the depths of the Earth I chase them And my teeth crunch Under...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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Cravings
In a collision of ecstasy I smoke my flesh. I leak the blood of another and it’s nothing to me. I crave the contact. I crave the fluid....
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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my love.
I search the streets of the city the eye of the storm the stars in this starless sky to find what the depths of my core is searching for....
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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A Letter From Purgatory
Dear You, I’m telling you this for your own good. Because I love you, please never forget what it feels like to spiral out of control; to...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20183 min read
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The Artistry of Death
You are a thing of art. The installation of a lifetime With a sightless generator powering your methodic movements. Your autumn hair...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20182 min read
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9:46 Saturday, July the 14th
I want to do art with cigarette ash. I want it drawn on the backs of those who are lost. My embers sizzle. I’ll draw them a map to where...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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Prayers Won't Save You Now
He holds you over the angry flames of hell His unforgiving hands are made of stone, His flesh is skinned off those undead, their bone Is...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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Puff the Magic Dragon
There was a man I think I used to know. His name has been lost in years passing through. His face has become blurred by persistent tear...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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The Young Woman with Braids
She has a gift like no one I’ve met before- She stares at me through a picture frame. Her eyes look into mine, I cannot break Her gaze,...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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Conversing With Bodies
The colors: grey and black and white The robot head- it sees the souls watching the flesh devour its bone. Limbs are trapped within...
Danielle Pryor
Jul 19, 20181 min read
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The LSD Trip That Made Me Lose, and Find, My Mind
It was Christmas time three years ago, my little brother and I dropped a tab of LSA and 30 minutes later dropped another of LSD. We were...
Danielle Pryor
Apr 8, 20183 min read
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The Beauty in Grieving
Loss is one of those inevitably beautiful tragedies in life. We cannot predict or stop it from happening; it catches us in the cruelest...
Danielle Pryor
Apr 8, 20182 min read
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The Beauty in Every Day Mundanities
I met a man once who was singing to the souls of the city and he reminded me of what I had forgotten: this life is absolutely, undeniably...
Danielle Pryor
Apr 8, 20183 min read
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My First. My Last. My Everything.
I stare at you; you think I’m seeing all of your imperfections, when in reality, I’m noticing everything that is so disturbingly perfect...
Danielle Pryor
Apr 8, 20181 min read
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The Outside World Only Sees My Painted Face
I put on my face this morning; It came from a can. I spray it right on my pale, winter skin Dotted with acne scars and raised bumps of...
Danielle Pryor
Apr 8, 20182 min read
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