Writing
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If life is such a rare gift, why do I spend so much of it afraid? Pull over andlying there, dead, a vehicle designed to hurry now! Some sugar factory, honeybee, flower mother, servicing. hawks circlea maze in the skyover the landscape, tear-filled eyes. world that made me,flashing in sequence,feet running on pavement. What if…
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The lamp is lit.The dog–come now.Efficient government,conspiracy to disregardReality. Things I’ve been struggling with:afraid of the sharp,familiar and careful,Failures appearingfull of Potential. I’m sharing with you–image &sensation,Burned holes and Absence.Freeing, a dance with The heater,The candle,The incense,The dog. I’m scared–I’m strange–I love. I see.
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I’m done smiling.Tired of trying.I’m tired of faking. Always taking Bad directions.Spectacular trees,The sky and seaKeep lying to me. Sparkly gems Stop pretending it’s good luck get-tingbit-ten. Cursed feelings are Heavy andsuffocating,stuck replaying– Do you remember when?You followed me to my room–Leaning in.I didn’t want to Remember the spankinghitting screaming Whenever I’m crying–It’s bad,WrongAnd insulting! Objectified and told– How do I not…
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