https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thegirlintheattic/Short fiction, poetry, and personal essays from The Girl in the Attic.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thegirlintheattic/477190Phantom, pot-high memories Course through my veins Like the blood they compete with Arms relax to my side - From close to chest - And swing easy-slow Rhythmic to the music Shoulders breasts ribs waist Twist bounce rotate Counter-beat, counter-clock …..Wise Leg one, leg two Thigh calf Ankle foot...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thegirlintheattic/476196It was a strange place. Here and there, but nowhere We were alone, you and me and hundred more A place called home, but I’ve never been there We laughed and conspired, kids on a playground Two fools agreeing to secrets left unrevealed The world wasn’t right, tilted the wrong way ’round Gravity...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thegirlintheattic/474757Sometimes easy to forget They see the world More, less, better, worse Other. See Overburdened words with No meaning Everywhere Sometimes easy to forget They use two words and paint a thousand As easy, You say two and they see A hundred thousand ====== by Laylah Muran (c) 3/2003https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thegirlintheattic/474285My world is shattered. Isn’t yours? Don’t you walk on shards of broken glass? Each step painful and bloody? The taste of sweat and tears, salt and salt Teasing your tongue? Forgive me if I add an extra step here and there. A little rhythm, a little move of hip or arm. Don’t call it dancing. Don’t...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thegirlintheattic/474044A young woman so small that she seemed more boy than woman. She wore a black T-shirt with a band logo splashed violently across the front. The sleeves of the T-shirt had been ripped off at the shoulders and her skinny, but muscular arms were exposed to the night air. A young man was standing a...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thegirlintheattic/474036One lone shoe lay in the gutter. It was bright orange. If it had been a bikini it would have been neon orange. Just like the neon pink bikini he begged his mother for when he was six. The strap on this shoe was thin. Had it been a dress it would have had spaghetti straps like the dress he bought...