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There can sometimes be
A really thin line
Between hurting to protect
Or for their own selfish spine
Selfishness should be
one of the deadly deeds
For it always leads to hurting
And are the greediness seeds
Those who seek answers
to protect those who are dear
And try to avoid torturing
Are who answers deserve to hear
A really thin line
Between hurting to protect
Or for their own selfish spine
Selfishness should be
one of the deadly deeds
For it always leads to hurting
And are the greediness seeds
Those who seek answers
to protect those who are dear
And try to avoid torturing
Are who answers deserve to hear
Literature
Beyond the Mist
Beyond the windows, tendrils of mist coiled, clinging to the still air. For the first time in weeks, she was glad of it. Glad of the mist that surrounded the house, surrounded her. She could not see beyond the mist.
Literature
Quiet
One day
I woke up to the sound of breaking.
The fire was outside my window
And the smoke streamed in over my head
And the sirens, oh, the sirens
The red and the blue and the red reflected
On grey and black and grey and death.
I thought about how my heart
Had ached and my lungs had burned
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke up to the sound of stillness.
The needle sunk in my wrist
And the blurriness clouded my vision
And the beeping, oh, the beeping
The red and the black and the red smeared across
The white and grey and white and nothing.
I thought about how my mind
Had ran and my muscles had atrophied
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke
Literature
cycle.
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed
(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama
(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive
(adulthood.)
doctor
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