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it’s been a while! here’s a namesake to make up for it🪞

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Not an ask per se. However, I would just like to say I quite enjoy your poetry, it's very well written and you have such an intellect with phrasing and the meanings you choose, so well appreciated for your writings, I look forward to each more you post!

this is the sweetest thing ever—fuel to my writing, fuel to my soul oh my gosh 😭 knowing i have an audience who enjoys my work is amazing. thank you so much!!! <333

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10 syllie sonnet 🍇

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wrote this for class; 100-word flash memoir derived from a poem (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

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father

you are woven into my veins

like a neverending thread i cannot cut

i am branded like a cow

a hot iron against the soft flesh of a clean tongue

i taste your power

like acid down my throat

your anger poisons me

like a virus;

in the process to become unlike you

i've lost myself

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spilt milk

the pale mirror shines like the moon

and each drop onto the puddle

sends a ripple into the murky ocean

waves tremble just like my hands

as i attempt to clean up the messes of my mistakes

i feel the soft, cold liquid melt in my palms

the white drippings look like tattered puppet strings as it slips through my fingers

and i’ll try to remind myself

that there’s no use crying over spilt milk

but no matter how many times the milk is washed away

it has left it’s mark, bleached and etched into the cracks of our hardwood floors

just like any liquid it molds itself to whatever it’s thrown in

even if it’s the body of a 12 year old girl backed against the wall

so as the opaque pool expands its edges over the surface

and as the ivory curdles and crusts

i am forced to cry over spilt milk

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i look like a woman i’ll never meet

and there’s thousands of me trapped in the mirror

waiting for me to introduce myself

like salvation that will never come

to fools trapped in a glass box

i will continue to deny their existence

the way a god denies it’s sinners

because they will never know me

they way i know them

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there are shadows sitting on my carpet

but my reflection is the only person in the room

met with silence and static loud enough to be noise

my hope to understand is humiliating

because it seems like i'll never be able to

no matter where i place myself

and yet you continue to mistake my arms for swords

my teeth for blades

my eyes for fire

but when you feel it is right,

you will rest on my skin

as your last hope, a signal of your sincere desperation

but then you will realize that there is bone and blood

because you're not used to substance anyway

you will grow tired of the possibility that life exists

where you believe there is none

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i smell too many people on my skin

and i am the mother to them all

cold and warm at the same time

because this heat is unevenly distributed

i am naked with layers ready to be unfolded

the clear waters of my serenity

diluted by doubtful eyes that glaze over me

and tainted by sharp fangs that have already tasted blood