Posts
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Snakes in Her Hair
Medusa's story
is one that has been poured over
and over
pulling apart each letter until it is
not
a letter
anymore
shared and split down the middle and torn
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Poetry (Again, I Know)
This
sends ice down my spine,
makes me shiver
even in southern summers,
raises gooseflesh
all fire and smoke
wonder
at the intricate beauty of words. -
Anxiety Again
Like weeks-old chipping nail polish
I cling
to my fears with one arm
the other grasping for a foothold to help
trying to find stability
unsure if I'm actually going to let go
of my pain -
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