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i
the flies are in the food, again.
festering, feeding- because i sewed
shut my lips when you warned me
they were a gaping wound.
silence is the best kind of infection;
you can't know what's kept inside
ii
i carry little girl dreams
of dying and coming back
diseased, depraved, an atrocity;
at least then I'd be something
worth writing home about
i deserve more than what
i am- i am selfish and
greedy, but not strong
enough
to steal a life worth living
(look at me now, mom
i'm growing into the
ugly thoughts i birthed.
i think this is what it must feel like
to finally follow through)
iii
there are things you never say:
no one ever wants to
face their mortality
head-on.
i will die and i will bring
my rotting mind with me;
the sun will rise again, brightly,
a little less burdened
the worst eulogy, it seems,
is a finger pointed towards
a world unwelcoming:
(look at me now, mom
i'm something worth writing
home about, i finally
followed through)
iv
there's a skeleton's breath
on the back of my neck,
a reminder I was born
wrong human
the flies are in the food, again
i think i'm going home
the flies are in the food, again.
festering, feeding- because i sewed
shut my lips when you warned me
they were a gaping wound.
silence is the best kind of infection;
you can't know what's kept inside
ii
i carry little girl dreams
of dying and coming back
diseased, depraved, an atrocity;
at least then I'd be something
worth writing home about
i deserve more than what
i am- i am selfish and
greedy, but not strong
enough
to steal a life worth living
(look at me now, mom
i'm growing into the
ugly thoughts i birthed.
i think this is what it must feel like
to finally follow through)
iii
there are things you never say:
no one ever wants to
face their mortality
head-on.
i will die and i will bring
my rotting mind with me;
the sun will rise again, brightly,
a little less burdened
the worst eulogy, it seems,
is a finger pointed towards
a world unwelcoming:
(look at me now, mom
i'm something worth writing
home about, i finally
followed through)
iv
there's a skeleton's breath
on the back of my neck,
a reminder I was born
the flies are in the food, again
i think i'm going home
Literature
just
i am everything i never wanted to be.
it's funny to realize,
five years ago i would've looked at me and thought,
"you
are the worst kind
of lost because you don't even know it,"
and now,
i see that's what i was before.
but i'm still just a fraction
of an idea
that tries so hard to show itself.
others say
i should
speak louder,
sing louder,
just
be
louder;
but i was born with vocal cords covered in
bubble wrap.
my fingers curled in,
with my arms pushing against my chest
in an x
because it marked the spot
i often fight to fill,
while
everyone else was armed with pitchforks and shovels and i clutched tightly
with my fingernails
and screamed
Literature
Reddist
Before you, there were women
with full breasts,
breasts with perk tips and beneath them:
hips wide as my hand spread,
but never love.
Athenas before you,
my eyes only followed the apples;
and then, suddenly:
A wild brook unleashed
and I never knew I was a basin
meant to be filled.
A woman sewn
from the smile of Coyote,
from the same hands that bent time
and created life for a laugh-
Apples became
the sweetest fruit; be my reddist-
I will love you madder
than a hatter and brasher than a miner.
Wilder for a gypsy.
Literature
Acquittal
Won't you leave me? I will love you
more than if you stay, transfixed
to the point of reference, our bodies
melding a sad, soft sublime, the back
spine of a little universe blown out
like a crafter's hot glass, the growing
moment, the wonder, the expansion
before a chill.
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iv was by far my favorite stanza. It summed up the entire thing, and it would've been powerful enough to stand alone. I loved it.