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Choking back strawberries in a whirl of anxiety

You were only ever art.

Tasting your veins on a Spring morning and wanting to spit the blood from the back of my throat.

Oh, honey.

Oh, this disgusting act.

Your legs kick at the backboard leaving my head in a fit of

Spin.

Spin.

Spin.

Oh, baby.

Oh, pathetic I.

-L. D.

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“your eyes hella red u been smokin??” no I been crying bitch leave me alone

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“I rise like the sun above olive trees, like the moon above date palms. Where there is light, I shall be. Where there is darkness, there is none of me. I rise like the moon above date palms. I am counted as one among stars.”

— Book of the Dead, Ancient Egyptian Funerary Text, circa 1600 BCE

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the thing 

about rape

is you can’t help 

but learn

to be always 

out for blood,

even if it’s your own.

there were times

I went hunting for him 

in my skin.

There were times

I thought 

my wrist 

was his grin.

If you hit the right vein

you bleed in spurts

like someone 

trying to hold 

their laughter in.

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