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That Metal Taste

It was rape It was made up It was intentional It was a flat white                     not a latte                      not a cappuccino  … Continue reading

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An Island

I think I want a sister. Always have. I think all girls born without another familial female peer are plagued to wander through life askew. Distrusting and misunderstanding my own awkward self through all the phases of my life as … Continue reading

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The energy flows through me and I don’t even look. [but I just did] I’m sorry. But I’m not. I let the energy flow…flow and flow. Along an ellipsis of my heart. The shape of my heart. You know… Ah, … Continue reading

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Mother’s Dagger

Chaos clouds surround my homespace universe in this ambiguous coffee shop. Familiarity is a stranger. I’m a lost soul seeking my mother and father in a land of hugless agony. Scars paint the walls. Stories carved in the corridors of … Continue reading

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Nightmare Diet

Good morning, nightmares. I love myself more than I feel sorry for you. Now, go to sleep. the sun us up. It is your bedtime deathbed at daybreak. Ok, maybe I’ll make you breakfast But no more indulging. No more … Continue reading

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Scratch that Itch

I am writing while listening to music for the first time And drinking cinnamon and honey dissolved in hot water from a Disney Princess Coffee Mug in my boyfriend‘s sweatpants that he unofficially gifted to me on our unmade–yet clean–bed. … Continue reading

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Home Remedy

I’m sick. I’m sick and I’m tired. I’m sick and I’m tired and I hate admitting when I am either. I’m broke, too. Broken, I guess you could say. Why is it that having no money equates to being not … Continue reading

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