identity
More by lila woodard
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city girl
i feel like i don’t know you anymore.
i barely recognize your face at this point
all your city friends hate me
playful kisses in the comments
much more sinister then they seem -
november pills
it's a reprise of
my adolescent thoughts
ones i had pushed away
ones the little capsules of
blue and orange had suppressed.
but those capsules sometimes
stuck in my throat, -
i’ll push back
you make me feel trapped,
struggling to get free.
you hold everything you've ever done for me,
dangle it over my head
and taunt me with its existence.
you use your favors as bargaining chips
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