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There’s nothing I want more than to chew you up until my teeth grind you to paste, spit you out and glue back together the remnants of what we once were before you decided we no longer fit. You tossed me aside like a ratted pair of “maybe one day I’ll wear this again” jeans with grass stained knees, holes the size of the ones you left in my gut. The doctors swore hot Cheetos would eat my s...
Spoiled milk
Jan 07, 2023
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I’m in a locked garage with the engine running, too afraid to lower my windows because maybe I’m not quite ready to say goodbye. I turn up the volume, let Phoebe Bridgers muffle my ears, allow her haunting melody to drown out the pierce of my screams. Metallic crimson overflows in my throat as my vocal chords shred like the fibers on my last string of hope. Is this what feeling is supposed to ...
I’mokay I’m okay I-
Jan 06, 2023
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There’s a sad voice whispering through the speaker of my phone trying to convince me to rejoice because the lord has cometh and all I can think about is the moment I stopped believing in Santa. I asked for a red razor scooter that would eventually bruise my ankles, a reminder my footing was never stable to begin with. I wrote a letter to Santa and told my parents what I asked for. The morning of...
why can’t I hear what you hear?
Dec 26, 2022
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