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Reality
I write too much of things that aren't real. The imagined fear and pain of living a life I haven't got.
This life I have, this life is real, and I am on the precipice of demise.
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Someone and the Stranger
"I have a story to tell."
The bench is cold as glass and the fog strings its way across the street,
an engulfing mass of smokey water.
The bus is late.
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National Nausea
I am nauseous, constantly.
There is a Fear deep rooted in me.
My hands no longer shake in tests
the Fear is bigger than tests now
I want to go to college, let me go
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Thunder and Lightning
The House on the hill waits for no man in the window.
the maniacal screams that echo from the basement
chills a daughter to the bone marrow.
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Pity the Widow in the Window
Pity the widow
who sits on the bench
she and her husband
sat on
Pity the widow
who screamed when
she saw her husband
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Walking Home in Autumn
I remember the last time I walked home by myself.
Loves
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Parenting Lessons
always carry your keys between your middle and ring finger
never have your wallet visible
don't listen to music in public
everyone's a stranger
you're our child; don't scare us.
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B O N E S
These are my bones-
Perfectly structured, pristine white.
Here, take my skull, that forever grinning phantom reminder,
And keep it in the gold chest that sits by your fireplace.
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we are the future.
in the halls, we lean against the bulletin boards
and whisper of the latest news, last night's breaking, articles snagged
in the moments before leaving for school. lots of adults
think we are too young to understand
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Be Bored
I've been thinking recently a lot about my time on screens, and how it seems like I can't escape my phone and other technology.
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Why Do You Care?
Sir,
Ma'am,
Mister,
Madam,
Mx,
I hope this does not apply to you, but it must be said regardless.
Why do you care?
But first – do me a favor.
