I am, I aM, I AM
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Mustard Seed
le dije a mi mamá que quería moriry dijotu corazón es como un grano de mostazashe said pain was here it’s watered it’s mustardthe pain in my soul had roots that broke bonesit chews on a generationdeja rastro de muerte en la sed de serpientespero le dije a mi mamá que quería moriry dijotu corazón…
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What I bring to the table
the table holds knives that butcher my skin taking a lapthe breaths of gasp taking effect weathering goodbyes “she’s awake, she’s awakeup the dose, up the dose!” intubated by the season smells of rosemarybees pollinating sucking dry tears of stalkinggawking recipes leaving residues of bloody posturenailing promise into gaze i saw the light by mistake…
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arcoiris
I thought words only painted images or things we want to see but can’t, i’ve found words also paint nondescriptive anthems. splashes of paint consumed by deepest fears // depressive episodes glassed with bloody // cuts // their skin fresh in mind and soul, wanting to absolve intrusions numbing empty hope // running engines of…
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medicated
late at night chemicals in my brain react to whispers of vanguard dissolved by a little pill served by my new corner pharmacy rooted in mannerisms of expectation seeking performance aside from revelation feeding the emptiness of melancholia weighing high functioning cycles exhausting every tear possible as raiding disruption turns into abduction clinging to images…
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The voices in my head
you know what bothers me the most? it’s never how much someone pulls away, or how they read your scars with self-diagnosis, how they judge your responses. it’s the lies. the lie of their care. the lie of their fear. the lie of their contempt. am I so gullible to think that still, through the…
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