Hot-dip galvanizing

In H.D.’s poem “Amaranth,” the speaker attempts to assert her autonomy amidst the goddess’s demand for absolute devotion and her lover’s need for affection and beauty. Torn between these two figures, the speaker occupies no-place, or rather an absence of self that she attempts to fill with compulsive repetition. Despite the speaker’s sporadic assertions of self-worth and independence however, repeated phrases do not signify what the speaker possesses, but what she lacks; focusing on themes such…

I don 't want to share my dolls with the world so they live in my underground home. The interior looks like the inside of a doll house. Glass walls separate the rooms and doors, all the carpets are a hot pink, in every room there is wooden dressers, twin sized beds, teddy bears because I want my dolls to have something to play with. My little doll and I make it safely to the dollhouse. I get out of the car, open the passenger door, and I unbuckle my…

(In walk a couple, Riley and Angeline, on a cold autumn day. Riley is a handsome twenty two year old, dressed in a hoodie. Angeline is a couple years younger, wearing fall clothes, her curly hair draped over her shoulder. The scene is set at a park in Queens, a wooden bench just off the sidewalk with a tree to the side. They both take a seat on the wooden park bench.) RILEY It’s a really nice day to be at the park, isn 't it? (He nervously fidgets with his sweatshirt) ANGELINE Yeah, it’s perfect…

During people’s life, they often should make several and difficult decisions which have repercussions forever. “The worst decisions in life we make,” Sherrilyn Kenyon wrote, “are always the one we make out of fear.” I am agree with Ms. Kenyon, but almost all the time when I made decision the fear about if it will be certain or not. Decisions and fears are connected in our brain when we are in this situation. Here is my history. I born and grow up in a warm family in the center of Cuba. My…

Detached It had been two weeks since I had stepped inside my apartment. Two weeks since I had finally severed myself from my toxic partner who did nothing but control me and tear me down. This was the last time I would ever have to see him and he would be gone for good. As I stood outside the front door and memories of the past year and a half in this apartment together ran through my mind, I remembered just how much misery and pain he had brought me and I found the courage to take…

I was never the “breathing” type of person. By that I mean when it comes down to how I relax in stressful situations. Yes, I’m aware that humans need to breathe everyday. It’s a necessity for everyday life. When it comes down to someone telling me to “calm down,” “just breathe,” or “listen to me.” All that nonsense only makes me stress or get more angry. For example, When I was going into labor and I was already 10 cm dilated. The nurses and doctor would say “breathe, breathe, I’m going to need…

Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Laura was cradling a pillow to her chest. The sun was beaming through her blinds causing the woman to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for Laura; she was a morning person after all. She groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit her face. Picking up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Laura looked at the time. “Ugh, why is it so early?” She placed her clock back on the surface and slowly began to sit up. She put her hand to her head which was throbbing…

Meanwhile, Cipher and Jaden stood at the edge of the mountain, where they can see the entire Garden from every angle. “The scenery is divine…,” Cipher speaks in astoundment-while Jaden’s eyes are pivoting from one point to the next-“a place which ascends tranquility.” Jaden frowns, his eyes narrowing in on a dark-shaded stretch of land, ravaged by the sickness. “You see with your own two eyes, the real beauty and the serenity the Garden possesses. It is one of the many reasons, why I been so…

She had long dark hair, and was so small you could wrap your arms around her five times over. She had the most beautiful dark complexion, which came from her Italian heritage. Anyone who had met her would tell you she was such a spontaneous person and so fun to be around. She would do the craziest things, sometimes they weren’t the best choices she could have made but she always had fun. Sometimes I wondered how I was so lucky to have such a fun, caring, and beautiful person to call my best…

“Come on, talk to me.” I said this as I lovingly ran both of my hands over his arm. He reclined on our bed with a stoic gaze. “Maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe I was just imagining it all. Maybe everything was fine.” I thought. “One thing I know about both of us is that we’ve always been able to communicate.” I could feel each hair on his arm standing on end as my fingertips grazed his forearm and finally rested at his wrist. “It’s really not a big deal,” I said. But it was a huge deal. “You…