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Poetry by Leanne Rebecca Ortbals

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Up to Here

Posted on May 22, 2015 by SHE'S IN PRISON

Up to Here A 3 pm glass of wine— that’s where she turned after all the preceding hours in the day dried up the patience she’d forgotten to stockpile for times when dust betrayed perspective.

In the moment.

Have a great long weekend!

Love,

Leanne Rebecca

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Freak

Posted on September 29, 2014 by SHE'S IN PRISON

Freak  You don’t know about the paranoia nestled in my fingernails. I pick at my cuticles to get at it, peeling through to the blood vessels beneath.   I haven’t heard from you in three days and the skin around my nails looks like an active volcano, lava crusting against cracked rock.  I fear that you forgot me.  I clench my fists in desperation, to quiet the obsession, the need to be needed.  I concede to speak against your silence. My hands cramp in the waiting.  I succumb to insecurity— the translucence of my ghost white complexion, that you don’t see enough of me to remember my presence.   I rip at flesh with my teeth, the taste of blood staining my tongue.  I measure my worth in your wants, a bad habit.

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Over There

Posted on September 6, 2014September 6, 2014 by SHE'S IN PRISON

Over there	  The chair begs for a story: a mischievous child sentenced to time-out, a mother resting, taking her shoes off, a lover staring from across the room.  The invisible silhouettes haunt its house— the corner of the basement by the painting— a lonely space void of narrative. But maybe that is the story.

Every chair deserves a story. Cheers to Saturdays.

–Leanne Rebecca

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Watching

Watching

Image• Posted on November 5, 2013 by SHE'S IN PRISON
Pace

Pace

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