If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead

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The Session He leaned back in his chair, studied me, pencil in mouth, glasses pulled down. “Tell me what you feel.” I giggled, squirmed in my seat, nervously, and tried to come up with something; when I finished, he said, “Interesting.” The Assessment “I find it interesting how hard you worked at... Sign in to see full entry.

He calls me baby and I think he could be crazy but maybe … just maybe, he finds me irresistible. Sign in to see full entry.

Here in this place all quiet and still I find myself and write at will no guilt to haunt me for the kids have been fed, and I’ve given myself completely, to the man who sleeps in my bed. So with all the demands of my world... hushed, I slip quietly out of the bedroom, to come to this place where... Sign in to see full entry.

I often sit in church and ponder what would happen if I started laughing during invocation when everybody is crying and everything is so serious and then I get tickled and have to bite my cheek or pinch my arm really hard to keep from laughing out loud I cover my eyes and duck my head dang it how... Sign in to see full entry.

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The stigma is too great to relax in your eyes, melt with your touch, need your return. Yes, the cost is too dear to trust an instinct beyond my comprehension and outside my realm of thought. Ah, the pleasure of it is not a luxury I allow myself to wear, for fear that my trembling hands and begging... Sign in to see full entry.

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You’ve been out there playing the field, playing the game for quite some time, while I've been fighting for my life in a marriage that was slowly unraveling. Even when I was free, I didn’t play the game, If I wanted, I went for it; If I gave a damn, I fought for it; and if I fell, I bled for it. But... Sign in to see full entry.

I don’t trust you, but I want you still, don’t know who you are, but can’t help what I feel, I’m thinking this thing may just be a game for you, and I may be crazy – could even get hurt, but I can play, too. Sign in to see full entry.