Check out this neat poem submitted to Open Mic Online last month! Wouldn't be cool if your work was here, too? You can submit at any time through our Submittable portal (click the Open Mic Online tab)! "october, 2016"
pavement pressed with my permanent footprints from walking home at 3 in the morning i can smell the beautifully baked bread at the shop that stood next to my apartment, awake so early i saw the moon still shining in the sky because morning is merely a motion of want i felt my hands chilled with the october air or the alcohol i felt my pulse pounding through my skull. my memory is mostly a miscalculation so maybe none of this even actually happened, maybe my brain is just begging to begin anew, maybe my heart is hoping to hold on to you. By JB Brackett
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