Emily McGuff

Joined June 2021

65 stories

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Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)

Lover of lyrics and poetry.

Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.

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Number heartbeats
Brains are mushy Beliefs are questions Values are clay Still to be molded - 30 - 31 - 32 Number heartbeats Wonder if they
By Emily McGuff7 months ago in Poets
Infected
I - can’t - breathe Bitterness like poison gas Slip on the mask That fits like a skull Clattering and shattering my skin
By Emily McGuff8 months ago in Poets
Misfit Toy
Be smaller, quieter Fit between the words Curl within the questions Vault upon the verbs - Be who we want The mold we make
By Emily McGuff8 months ago in Poets
A soft syllable
-No- One syllable. One utterance. So powerful and yet, You refused to hear it. - -No- I say again, Pushing back with
By Emily McGuff8 months ago in Poets
And I remembered
I see you, your shoulders hunched and your eyes pointed towards my feet. I imagine you have things to say - I know I do as well - but I can’t help but be reminded of that same posture three years before.
By Emily McGuff9 months ago in Fiction
The Never-Weres . Runner-Up in You Were Never Really Here Challenge.
Sometimes when I look at just the right angle, I can see her. I can remember her. Is it a real memory, though? I imagine there are rules about that. But rules never really suited her.
By Emily McGuff9 months ago in Fiction
I'm Choking
Sometimes the feelings Snake up my throat Clog the tube that feeds My lungs Choke the veins that pump My blood -
By Emily McGuff9 months ago in Poets
I am ravenous
Your eyes are full of Another hour of video games and one more glass of scotch. No glint of want or panties dropping to the floor
By Emily McGuff9 months ago in Poets
Show me Shelter
Have you ever tried to run Tried to run from the rain Dashing between the falling drops Searching for that elusive hiding place
By Emily McGuff10 months ago in Poets
Serrated
When Grant was a child, he was what the neighbors called “odd.” He would often keep to himself, examining the on-goings of ants and slugs and toads. But Grant could often be seen just watching. Watching the other children. Watching the adults. Watching for something to happen.
By Emily McGuff10 months ago in Fiction
Hope
Hope What a tether. Sometimes I wonder why I allow myself to tether my heart to others Why I string it to them And tie it around them so tightly
By Emily McGuff10 months ago in Poets
The Night Watchman
The rain pours down sheets of shimmering shit and in walks drowning rats Mommy dearest searches dusty shelves diapers and a nip of scotch
By Emily McGuff11 months ago in Poets

Emily McGuff

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Number heartbeats

Infected

Misfit Toy

A soft syllable

And I remembered

The Never-Weres . Runner-Up in You Were Never Really Here Challenge.

I'm Choking

I am ravenous

Show me Shelter

Serrated

Hope

The Night Watchman

Achievements (4)