HeyJaredRoxanne Byrne
Writer. Poet. Comedian. Lover of experimental comedy. Explorer of the subconscious mind. "Draw a monster. Why is it a monster?" - Janice Lee
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- Sep 21, 2026
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the urge to resolve (opens the original)
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I don’t like the direction this is taking, so I deleted itI cut it out onto a clipboard that will probably be gone in the next 2 minutesIt was too much and it didn’t make sense and I was trying too harddon’t look at the unedited version of me with all these typosmy idiotic paraphrases and misspellingsand how much I used the word “and” and how I hate starting a new line with and AND how wrong it feels and gross and uncomfortableall of life feels like an opiniona series of likes and hearts about o
drink water (opens the original)
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meet your most basic needs I am kneading a second opinion about surfaces and full tanks and buckets with holes in itI am kneading a written description of the synopsis of this tyranny I can’t believe I am reminded to drink waterwe are shiny we are surface level we are waiting to taste the morning dewwe are perfectionist corruptedI am tired and out of desire to be all that I’ve ever wantedRoxanne Byrne 2026©Subscribe now
for the birds (opens the original)
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Ohms (opens the original)
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Throw water on it (opens the original)
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I woke up surrounded by dust. Grit covered my eyelids and blood vessels branched out in every direction. My lungs heaved in and out like a newborn baby.A glassy gray sky encroached over the horizon. I heaved in again trying to catch my breath. I held out my hands to the sky to see if I was still alive. My palms carried clean cut gaping holes where my life lines used to reside.I sat up eyes wide.Over the field of suspended sediment, power lines cracked the earth as massive hammers sunk them deep
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