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complacency

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The journey from Independence to the ratification of the Constitution was not a simple one. After breaking from Britain, the 13 colonies originally created the Articles of Confederation, which created a very weak central government and made regulation and participation among the states almost impossible. This is when James Madison proposed the Virginia Plan and the Continental Congress split their support (Federalists for the Virginia Plan; Anti-Federalists in support of the opposing New Jersey Plan). The Connecticut Compromise, also known as The Great Compromise, would eventually gain enough traction to allow for the Constitution’s ratification in 1788.

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Gone Girl is a story of a woman who has been used, first by her parents for financial gain and fame, and then by her husband Nick to keep his dreams afloat. Amy was once a woman who went to Harvard, had a semi-successful career, but she has fallen to the wayside for the wellbeing of others. She has never complained that her parents used her likeness and Nick has never asked how they should spend her money. Nick’s mother gets sick and they move to Missouri, away from the only home Amy has ever known in New York, and has to adjust, all without his asking if they should move or spend her money to buy a large new house. This seems to be when more and more responsibility is placed on Amy to support her and Nick’s lifestyle as well as Nick himself, with little or no attention paid to her emotional wellbeing. Nick has the bar, his young girlfriend, a teaching job, his sister, and the love of his community. Amy doesn’t even have Nick. He has no idea what she does all day or who she hangs out with and hasn’t noticed for over a year, only beginning to let his mind wander when he is questioned by the police when she goes missing. It is David Fincher (and/or Gillian Flynn) that shape the narrative to slowly reveal these details and shift your opinions on Amy’s revenge and Nick’s neglect. Amy structures her disappearance to destroy the very thing that people loved about her— being able to rely on her. Her plot to frame Nick is not just an attack on him, but on her parents who she continued to give back to even when they had already taken her privacy and her name. Amy feels that she has nothing left of herself and has no outlet, professional or personal, to express this and seeks to make Nick feel just as hopeless and unheard by framing him for a crime he didn’t commit. Her violent and manipulative behavior has been molded by a life full of emotional manipulation, causing her persona of the perfect woman to tear away at her sense of right and wrong. This evolves into a scale weighted unevenly by her trauma and causing her to take on medieval measures and drastic concepts of an eye for an eye revenge.

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natural light - #escapril 9

I’m a bad sunflower.

Growing hunched and paler

in hue,

I lean ever further

from the door.

Will my stem rot

if I decide

I like it better,

prefer the soft blue moon

and a ground that wraps always?

Here,

where there are no salts

or burns

or bugs gnawing

at my roots.

Untouched,

will my petals fall

submerged in water - #escapril 12

I love the ruby walls.

Bright flashes

and another glitter

with the turn of my wrist

slash through

the dark sea.

It is this cave I dive into

when I am unsure of memory.

I gather the rocks

and roll them in oil

brush my hair across every inch

buffing my nails

before the edges clear.

Unsure of my blood

or my breath

and which is flowing

faster.

To scrub it clear

to make it shine

pink, like your brain - #escapril 14

Tightly spun sugar

Hollow netting

Dissolving at the first sign of warmth

A temperament of

fleeting 

Every taste of

Your thoughts

A cavity budding

but turning sour on

The swallow

Overthought and

Processed

Addictive additives

You could never get 

from the stem

Why can’t you breathe

the city - #escapril 13

I find it hard to say what I want

Without slicing you up

into sandy dunes

And taking you

in small sips

With the tide

I know your wind

And your rain

Some small bit of road

Where reason

Wears thin

And the sea

Becomes sky

A place after dusk

Before dawn

Where people gather

In semicircles

And make their hands sticky

With sleep

A cluster of grey columns

Trapping stardust

And telling stars

heaven/hell - #escapril 11

Devil’s advocate

or just the devil?

Its hard to tell

when your hips say

the truth is subjective,

when your eyes burn through clouds

to heaven.

Dressed in baby blue

prom date

80s villain

you’re all powder

and smoke.

A phantom of my

greatest fears

made warm to the touch

and dangerous enough