Young Writers Society

Day 1
Oct 23, 2021
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Hello Trauma,

I have a shell
that like the oyster's pearl was built at the speed of imperceptibility
with a membrane of instinct.
That like the oyster's shell is held fast by single-minded sinew
that brute crushing force can't phase and is resistant most of all to opening
in boiling water or to love.

I have a mantra.
My mantra is
"I am strong and no one can hurt me" again.

Sincerely,
Fear of Vulnerability

I'm going to try something new here and start posting voice recordings of my poems as I read them along with their regular text post, so here's the first one:

https://voca.ro/1k52R2H3xREz

Day 2
Oct. 24, 2021
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https://voca.ro/1ctxjGkTS5iK


dear Belittlement of My Trauma,

i know you said that
the sun will come up again tomorrow
and it did
and it does,
but sometimes
i wish it'd come up inside my blood,
rise through the carotids from the eastern atrium of my heart,
rise with the beats counting off the seconds of my life,
rise through rhythmic valves that stop the shuffling back,
rise
into my eyes and never need to come up again.
Belittlement,
i'm still waiting for my sun.

sorry to bother you,
insignificance

Day 3
Oct 25, 2021
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https://voca.ro/1eeDvktF3nLs


hey Insignificance <3

i heard you're feeling down.
i felt it in the way my bones shrank inside my muscles
which shrank inside my skin which shrank
with all the rest of me when you crept in to hide.

i don't mind if you stay here, Insignificance.
your bones are my bones.
we breathe the same siphoned poison
and survive.

love,
Inferiority

Day 4
Oct. 26, 2021
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Dear Inferiority,

Do you feel it ticking down?
The timebomb in our knees.
All the time you've been peering out through fingers
I've been listening
to the tick of cartilage shifting as these knees poise to run

to fall

to duck and hide.

It doesn't make a difference
in the arthritic,
bone-on-bone,
one-big-mistake,
no-one-left-to-lean-on
end.

Regretfully,
Inadequacy

Day 5
Oct. 27, 2021
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So,

Here we are again, Inadequacy,
caught in the loopholes in these veins,

the ones that go in circles 'round
all the empty things we cup into the crown of this brain,
ensnared
in distracted neural tendrils that I
will work endlessly to entangle myself in with more finesse
than anyone.

Did you ever notice how these rapid fire cells never actually light up the darkness?

Fear of Failure

Day 6
Oct. 28, 2021
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To My Traumatized Brain,

What
have you done to the nervous
system in this body?
Everywhere I go there is a thread jerking me
back. How
have you

changed the lenses in these eyes?
Everywhere I look there are black
shadows stalking.
Why
do these

hands
tremble at every
face I try to touch?
When

can I have this body back
again?

Please, write soon and tell me,
Fear of the Unknown

Day 7
Oct. 29, 2021
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This is to All the Little Monsters,

I
am rebuilding this body piece by piece.

I will wind up capillaries like scattered string
and rewrite each cellular track
from the crown of this head--
the brain of which I am claiming--
through sinew, to the bones
that I will grind into powder and remold.
I will scoop cartilage from every joint
for the sake of infusing into those spaces
something unbendable.
If I peel away this frail skin,
it will be to cover this body with an exoskeleton
of my own design and handiwork.
I
will siphon every red drop of blood away for dialysis,
rework the valves and convulsing rhythm of the heart,

and recolor these moonlit eyes... forever.

Don't try to stop me,
Fear of Being Controlled