Author: Magdalene Benjamin

In a perfect world, I'd be doing great things. But for now, I write about love, life, and what it must feel like to be the short end of a rather blunt stick, received in jest. Art does not always have to be good, it just has to exist. So, here's a piece of me, existing.

A moment in Time

Note: The nature of this piece mirrors that of a writing experiment paired with a visual artwork of my choosing. Trigger warning: A vivid description of an intrusive thought that may be triggering to individuals overcoming or dealing with any and all forms of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. A fire ant is crawling down the back […]

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Letters of apology for the Spring

Today, I want to apologize for lots of things.Mother hands me a fistful of red apple slices and asks me if I’ve taken my medicine.I’d like to start at a place where I was free: from being riddled with jealousy at the very thought of you and me not being youandme anymore.The apples taste grievous- […]

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October blooms into the tiresome red ofthe heart of the bougainvillea.The sun craves for knees, feet, arms, and fists;in the vein of bloody, fighting, and sacrificial. Mouth bites at cold, girl awakes: from hands proddinginto breast, each finger a sword, predator sinking into prey.It is toilsome tact, the premeditated fall of child from cradle,of innocence […]

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