Tag: Personal

Poem: Indulge

Not running away from the pain is the bravest thing I’ve ever done– Choosing against addiction Choosing against obsession Choosing against rage Choosing against self-destruction. It seems obvious, but when faced with the unthinkable, it’s the embrace of an escape, the whisper on my shoulder, the promise of forgetfulness, and this ledge I come back…

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Poem: thin lines

It’s hard to love your body when it’s the reason: repeated repeated repeated repeated damage and transgressions. It’s hard to not want– claw shred rip –your own skin off with shining acrylic nails, a coffin shape, etched to kill. Or make yourself unappealing— to get so fat averted eyes protect your dignity— or conversely to…

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Poem: Wolves in our Closet

13 years of memories, I count and shovel through Recounting your transgressions and tallying the lies, And the multitude of times You looked me in the eyes Without a hint of the dirt Piled in your mind. No twitch of regret, no downcast gaze, Just a smile and a nod, A hand reached out To…

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Poem: Rewrite the Stars

The breeze whispers in my ear, singing me your lullabies. She tells me all about you and the wings you sprouted overnight. She tells me how she carried you through Clouds that soaked your skin, How you tried to catch their vapors in your tiny fingertips. She tells me of your eyes, lit by the…

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Poem: holy water

Having to get out of bed brings me to my knees– but only metaphorically, because physically, I have not left my bed in days. You consumed me like a parasite grazing upon its host. I am the empty vessel for which the ghost of your soul resides. I wither in self-pity and drown in a…

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Poem: A Most Fitting Cliche

The final cut: Like fresh shaven legs Or the snip-snip of a “new do” Or a new dye job Or trashing an entire wardrobe Like wanting everything to be different Wanting nothing to recognize And no memories to ache Or photos to caress No name badge to don And no ducking behind walls No working…

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