
Writing

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I wish I was bigger
I wish I was bigger.
I wish I had a little bit more muscle.
I wish there was more between my skin and my bones,
That my ribs wouldn’t show when I take off my shirt,
That I wasn’t made of tissue paper.
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Dear Mother
Dear Mother,
I have missed you these past few months.
Where did you go?
I see you standing there, torch held high, yet you do not answer my calls.
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For Her, I Stay
A ghost of a father.
An angry mother.
A forbidden best friend.
A suppressed love—
A suppressed identity.
Oh, how strange it is to feel alone,
while surrounded by people.
No friends.
Bitter family. -
How do I help
One of the things that hurts me most
out of everything
is when I see you stressed
frustrated
upset
about things that I agree with too
and you're going through pain
and I don't know how to help
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What writing really is
The pen soars
leaps
flies
across the page
dancing against the paper
creating lines
curves
letters
words form
spun from the thin, golden thread of imagination.
The pen twirls
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Fire
I'll knit you all
Us all
Closer together
So close and so tangled
You're lost in it
In the whispers in your ear
And I'll slip out like a snake
Weaving away from my destruction so I can play in the ashes