Young Writers Society

YES I LOVE THE TITLE

I want to write anatomy of a still growing body EVERYWHERE and remember it always <3

i always end up empty, and it is a fury i’ve never known.

if you could, you would beg for a new beginning. but all you have is a blood moon, red light reflecting back at you.

it would be landlocked territory / between the points of you and me.

your poetry is always so stunning, but these lines really stood out to me. there's just something about them, and the only way i can describe it is truly poetic. it's the stuff you imagine when you think about poetry. it's good.

GOSH! So much strong poetry! I had to read a couple of these twice.

I'm always a big fan of a strong list-poem, so the 5 stages of grief one especially intrigued me, and your take on it was beautiful and heart-achey.

A lot of these seem like a meditation on "the self" - and I love how you're able to make these introspective and philosophical without them being too "thinky" or like a big inner-monologue without like a physical manifestation / concrete imagery. You do a great job of balancing that!

I think these lines are my very favorite so far:

then return to the place you call home in this neon haze: this is how you define dying. there are so many bodies to bury. so many memories to burn.

Each turn is unexpected, but some fitting metaphors to think about in there and gritty imagery throughout.

Looking forward to reading more, these have all been a treat to read so far!

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