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You graduated from starvation
to distaste,
tired of being tired.
It's the little things that
keep you awake;
like the bones that make you feel
lovely.
Sometimes,
the mirror even whispers
that you're perfect
[before you
spiral back
down].
Gluttonous and
yearning for
beauty,
you don't mind it
when your throat burns.
to distaste,
tired of being tired.
It's the little things that
keep you awake;
like the bones that make you feel
lovely.
Sometimes,
the mirror even whispers
that you're perfect
[before you
spiral back
down].
Gluttonous and
yearning for
beauty,
you don't mind it
when your throat burns.
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Spineless
My mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreci
Literature
Bones mend, but tell no lies.
You have cataloged your scars
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
learned from.
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
graced
your pages.
You are angry-
none
cared for you
properly:
folding
creasing
& breaking
your spine.
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
& why
should you ever
forget that?
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9729 kilometers away, to be exact.
i have these bones like flowers-
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
while yearning
for a taste of her
wander(lust).
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
light-years away,
she does not love me.
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Sorry, guys, I really need to vent some pent-up feelings about a certain thing. Which is kind of obvious. I just can't stop thinking about...this. But I swear, I'm doing all I can to not give into it.
It's really fucking hard, though.
The font is Consolas if anyone wants to know.
It's really fucking hard, though.
The font is Consolas if anyone wants to know.
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it's so hard being in a war when the war is yourself. keep fighting! keep writing.