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-ductaped wrists squinting past wet strings of my own hair trying to see anything that is not cold and grey my chafe wrists straining against their restraints pale light cascading ...

- bitten fingernails flakey and jagged torn between leaving the situation and being bold so no one questions you tearing off peices of yourself until nothing catches anymore none of ...

waking up at 5 am without our pancakes or the small wrinkles the bridge of your nose made or the laugh that used to reverberate makes me want to call ...

old souls- planted in fragile new bodies imposter syndrome- was i ever a child how did i get here- why am i still here this racket is meaningless- does it ...

how to bake a hole in your chest - oven recipe 1. find someone who you could use to thicken your life and name them flour - pour your hands ...

i was born empty; a ripped canvas my eyes marbles and tongue porcelain my fingernails broken glass; heart a void broken glass straining outwards to touch your fingertips marbles glassy ...

all my peices need to find a home im not the worst person ive ever known once i let go of all the traits that they passed on i can ...

your imagery was wonderful and I can't wait to read more

these are amazing and the imagery really has me, I liked the two ships in the night and if you rewrite it I would love to see it

these are amazing but the last two are my favorite i love how they have a sense of melancholy but also seem to appeal to dark humor.

doss amazing poetry i really likes the lines 'Clouds are like my heart/ empty and broken' you are doing great and really pushing yourself keep it up

quilly you have such an impressive thread and your poems carry so much meaning

this pearl rimmed goblet of mud ceramic and solid cracks against my teeth pressing in so hard i think they will sink up into my gums like white enamel splinters ...

in a temple on a hillside full of sunlight creaks a door-- a hidden door the people on the inside try to find it they feel trapped in darkness--- despite ...