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tornado
You thought I was gentle, like a warm breeze. My insides felt sweet, like honeybees. My heart is stinging… from the honeybees too! Last week you asked me if the sky was really blue. This week I wondered how well I know you. Or how well you know me. If you could see, all the…
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Changing Colors
Change cuts into my flesh because I push against it. I push so hard that what could have been soft and gentle in another lifetime enters my reality like bits of the road hitting a car windshield on the freeway. Change chips away at me like this, because I let it. My body feels like…
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oh, how you know me
you fall in love with the flower but you do not see the roots straining to bloom for you
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where are my things?
Note: this post contains experiences of sexual assault and violation. I remember a room. I saw that room many times from the age of 3 to 5. It was always dark, the door was always locked, and there was always chatter surrounding it. There was the chatter of the guest downstairs, where I would occasionally…
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4/13/19
it is day one. this morning my heart broke in my chest for the second time since august. the jagged leftovers rattled inside me. if i lied on my side they did not threaten to pierce my skin. i stayed in that position and felt like i was compressing into myself until i was a…
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Tangerine
I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. But I guess it’s hard to feel like yourself when you don’t even know who you are anymore. After years of working towards self stability, writing and reflecting, letting people in, and living by my own rules and motivations; I found a home in my mind. Given time,…
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wrinkly old peaches
I looked into the mirror today and realized that I no longer hate my nose. It has not changed in shape or size. It still has the little bump on it’s bridge that started forming after I got fatally nailed with a football at age 7. It still hooks at the end a little bit…
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western gaze
you take a trip an exotic vacation on the accents & colors of a divided nation on the lost stories of the people you left with false freedoms & injustice to heft on their backs every day as you continue to look this way with your western gaze feeding off a culture of the silently…
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your cigarettes burn holes in me until I’m smoking insanity love in the third degree burns Trisha Dey
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human bean
For years I loved missing school. From elementary to middle, you could find me faking fevers and conjuring stomach aches about every other week. This was how I avoided the bullies, the insecurity I found in the mirror, the lack of friends, and the FitnessGram Pacer Test. Looking back, I missed a lot that could…
fine heart thief
my finest works of heart
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