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State of the Art (@stateoftheartofficial) Instagram Profile Photo stateoftheartofficial

State of the Art

image by State of the Art (@stateoftheartofficial) with caption : ""HE TOSSES ME A PACK OF CIGARETTES

And I gently throw them back. I do not smoke,
but I guess he never really asked. I p" - 1806410505873318613
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"HE TOSSES ME A PACK OF CIGARETTES And I gently throw them back. I do not smoke, but I guess he never really asked. I pretend this means something else that his lack of interest doesn't equal his investment. I know harsh truths, like that my face is not a book he rereads. I am the magazine in the airport. He needs it to pass the time. My body is Pepsi when he asked for Coke; convenient and he is lonely. So am I. I do not smoke but lately find myself addicted to boys who never ask if I do. We are burning buildings without a fire escape and nobody can agree who first lit the match." —Ari Eastman Artwork by Emily Blincoe

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Sunny and Scribbler (@messed.up.heads) Instagram Profile Photo messed.up.heads

Sunny and Scribbler

image by Sunny and Scribbler (@messed.up.heads) with caption : "My husband died last winter. He had fever for couple of days and then he just stopped breathing.

We were happy. Mother " - 1806405761125648603
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My husband died last winter. He had fever for couple of days and then he just stopped breathing. We were happy. Mother and father of 3 sons who all are well settled in nearby city. With his pension and a decent piece of land for cultivation, we were pretty happy with our lives. Rare help from our sons were like cherries on the cake. After his death, my sons came back to their village almost after a decade. They came and sat down together. While deciding all the rituals, they also decided my future. "Let's sell all this property and divide the money among ourselves", they all agreed. "What about Papa's pension? Mummy will be receiving it now?", asked the middle one. "Yes, and as mummy will be living with me for now, I will be getting that money.", Said the older one. And it was all settled. Before Monday, I was in this new city which they call their home. I was assigned a bed in the outer most part of that small house. His wife told me that it would be better if I don't talk to the kids much. It will affect their studies. "I taught my 3 sons on my own and they became big officers. Your kids will not turn into monsters if I talk to them", I thought. My son has no time to spare. His wife too seems busy. Kids were off limits already. I tried doing household work but they told me not to do them. They have servant for that. "And please don't talk to those servants much. They are here to work. Not to gossip.", I was instructed again. I usually spend my day sitting on the place allotted to me. There is this open area in front of my bed. It gets hot in afternoon but I don't like sitting in closed rooms. It was about 1 month ago, beginning of summer, when I noticed her. And then we became friends. We don't share a common language but we do share lunch and boring summer afternoons. Me and her, the bird who comes after everyone leaves. She comes at 11. I save some rice from my dinner for her. I scatter them on the floor. She eats them. (JUMP TO THE COMMENT SECTION)

Verdad de las pequeñas cosas (@verdaddelas) Instagram Profile Photo verdaddelas

Verdad de las pequeñas cosas

image by Verdad de las pequeñas cosas (@verdaddelas) with caption : "Lloro recuerdos.
No puedo decir nada más que que te echo de menos.
Pasan los días sin vernos.
Y aun sacudes mis cimiento" - 1806403481310021964
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Lloro recuerdos. No puedo decir nada más que que te echo de menos. Pasan los días sin vernos. Y aun sacudes mis cimientos. Añoro besos. No puedo sentir otros labios como los tuyos. Carnosos y sinceros. Todavía odio aquel día en que se llenaron de peros. Pienso abrazos. Lecho que ya no me aguarda. Sábanas que no me dan guerra. Mentira tras mentira que aún me creo. Siento amor. Puñales en forma de sentimientos, heridas que supuran muy adentro y no me dejan avanzar sin lamento. Escucho sexo. Olores que todavía habitan mi cama. Que se pegan a un cuerpo desnudo que sólo sabe sufrir. Que pasa noches en vela por miedo a vivir. Sueño cicatrices. Pesadillas reales que duelen como si fuera hoy. Como si nunca hubiera un te quiero. Como si jamás existiera lo nuestro. Ilustra @_annukia_ . s