Posts
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My mother's song
There's this banging
On the bars of my chest
like xylophone bones,
Just waiting to be played
There is something waiting to
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Haiku
Avoiding conversation like the plague
So you will acknowledge my heavy hurting
I am tired of pretending
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How It Feels To Take Up Space
The day you decide to stop looking in the mirror
Your Body
Like punctuation
Stopping you in your tracks
Puzzle Piecing your mouth shut
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Something blue
I make new hues from my blue
Grey seeping through sleeping skinWide eyed with the anxiety hard wired into
The brain that holds the home of a body
I can’t find a home in
Sickening stomach twisting
Loves
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Book of Memories
I flip through the pages
Tears rolling down my face
Falling onto the paper
I see a girl
With a smile on her face
Clear skin
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How It Feels To Take Up Space
The day you decide to stop looking in the mirror
Your Body
Like punctuation
Stopping you in your tracks
Puzzle Piecing your mouth shut