several of them,
changing areas to define frequencies necessary for growth
poetry didn't save us
He is a loop-withered down, coastal, quantum-
tours of bleak treasure
We used to be protected-
like salted circles with words
His bipolarity- separated us
He liked being distant from me
now I'm engulfed- finely thinned
Cant wait for minus fifteen pounds-
I`d get to disappear this time.
All that weight!
They are ghosts
They were lies
secrets, old voices
she is dying
she is crying
old slut bags and designer words only covered me up so long
with fancy vocabulary
Stage performances? Yes, I swung my hips.
See? They judge-
judge the girl with scar tissue on her skull
these holes are patches now
don't throw me away.
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