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the hands of god

Category: Writing and Poetry

i was six years old in a pew too big, swinging my legs, counting the breaths between each "amen" and the next "forgive me." they told me to close my eyes, i felt something looking back.  felt my own name slip between my teeth, didn’t say it out loud, didn’t belong to me yet. they said I’d feel whole if I let it in, dipped my hands in water too cold.  said it would make me clean  but I just felt ow... » Continue Reading

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MCR/PTV BRACELETS!!!1!!1

Category: Music

  made these last week, also made a fun ghoul one which was my fav :') but I gave it to my friend 2 match w my party bracelet!!!! :3  I have a million beads gimme suggestions PLEASE » Continue Reading

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patchwork people

Category: Writing and Poetry

metallic taste in your mouth, burnt sugar sickness pooling in the back of your throat—  unlearning practices. like sharp milk teeth and the sickening crack of bones. i am the drug and the diagnosis, the red monster and the waves.  never whole » Continue Reading

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too much - never enough

Category: Writing and Poetry

in march i’m seventeen and starving for something i can’t name. all bones and bad decisions, my lungs full of cold air and my hands full of nothing.  i don’t know when it started—maybe the first time i saw myself through someone else’s eyes and didn’t like what was there. or maybe it was before that, when i learned that love comes with expiration dates and fine print.  you press your lips to my fo... » Continue Reading

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are the homes you love still available?

Category: Writing and Poetry

jersey sits where i left it. kids still outside past dark mouthing off at passing cars. i used to be one of them, spitting curses like sunflower seeds.  winter used to mean the AC ran hot, air thick and damp like a second skin.  breathable, bearable.  i used to press my palms to the vents and pretend the warmth was something given, not stolen. honeysuckles still rot sweet on the fences but  i reme... » Continue Reading

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