I'm bored and I don't know what to write.

-some short stories I wrote cause I was bored- :)

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I am hardly ever able

to sort through my memories

and come away whole

or untroubled.

It is difficult

to sift through the stones,

the weighty moments and know

which is rare gem,

which raw coal,

which worthless shale or slate.

So, one by one,

I drag them across the page

and when one cuts into the white,

leaves a trail of blood,

no matter how narrow the stream,

then I know

I’ve found the real thing,

the diamond,

one of the priceless gems

my pain produced.

“There! There,” I say,

“is a memory worth kee

All things that occur in fours

have a fifth, a conspirator

unbeknownst to the conspiracy,

and ignored by the narrator.

A bastard season of a sister

who borrows the defining features

of her brothers: the cynic,

the sensualist, the wretch

the mystic. Without her,

they cannot become each other.

An onlooker, she remains unintroduced

at a distance—across a potato cart

at market, a few stools down the bar,

pausing by the picture windows

of their quarters, on her knees and forehead

in a mass of peasants at the monastery—

fiercely adoring all four

now that they're all in town, not for long.

She wanders through them as she would a forest

and sees herself, a tree that grows there.

There are nights all five

roam the streets alone,

inquisitors born from a father

who cannot answer for anything.

The brothers turn disparate

corners, unaware, cowards her:

the wheel around spokes,

the deck's forlorn joker,

apocryphal gospel,

quintessential wind.

Any direction steers her closer

to one brother and farther from another,

and farther from one brother and

closer to another.

Do you ever sit there looking blankly at your incoming texts, with tears in your eyes, hating yourself and everything around you, take a breath and put on your act? Yeah, me too.

Idk I was bored it’s super short so why not read?