My ankle hurts
because I stepped funny
at the very beginning
of my very own bat mitzvah party.
I might've twisted it
I don't really know
but I can't sit a certain way
otherwise the pain returns
poking
stabbing
sharp
like a knife that cuts
but also bruises?
I don't know.
My ankle just hurts
because I ran
and stepped funny
and made my ankle gave out on me
just like everything else did.
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
It's cold out
it's snowing
falling slowly
steadily
reassuringly
it brings a sense of calm
the world has begun the process of renewing;
once the snow melts
it will be spring
life will return
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