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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() If I rewind the clock, this is what I’ll see. Your truck drawing in dust as it spins away from Purcellville, Virginia. My pursed lips and your toothy smile in front of the U-Haul, leaves defying gravity. Returning the bouquet of lilies to the cashier, who doesn’t ask why I’m dressed in black. ![]() 1 I am confronting an SAT mock test at eleven o’clock at night when my parents tell me to pack up necessities and leave the house immediately. In the last few days, I had read posts on neighborhood lockdowns every minute: restrictions on Covid in Beijing are tightening day by day, and the rumor of a citywide lockdown was spreading like wildfire. ![]() How many times can you recall being actively happy in the past two months? When I was a junior in high school, I discovered the concept of small joy. How it was the same as big joy. Though my memory’s played a game of telephone with this story over the years, it was something about an author sharing an orange with her husband. How it brought her the same joy as a trip to New York. ![]() Caleb doesn’t like walking with his parents. They speak too much about college and the future, he thinks, and he’s only in seventh grade. He gazes out his window: to the left, the movement of cars across a canyon, up, the sky is overcast, and soon it’ll rain. ![]() first note that your wings are too heavy to fly, birds learn this when their mother throws them by the ankles, their mother is praised for mercy their father never has to know their brother don't have time to notice a corpse whose veins runs the same blood, their wings are too light too light to carry the weight of love and loved, they shed and shed until ![]() Content Warning: Self-harm Oh little one, with skin so pure and soft Have you ever felt nails on skin? Have you ever seen crescent moons rise? No, your moons are simply in the sky. ![]() I fashion these Crescents like blades, sharpen their ivory like knives. Crevices form in my furrowed skin, pools of blood well up, leak out like sewage. ![]() A crow came to visit me the other day, his luscious and auntful feathers stuck out as he expanded his midnight wings There was a shade cast upon me, as he softly spoke about his tumultuous travels His unfaltering grief poured out of his beak as the clocks stuck to his legs ticked quietly The black tints on his feathers faded to gray with every little insignicant word he uttered ![]() Utter stillness started numbing his senses. The lush forest, luxuriantly filled with massive wisteria trees, emanated a rather foreign air. He could not hear any birds chirping nor feel the wind caressing the bushes and branches. It was as though the nature surrounding him was so imposing that it chased away the sound. Amid the absolute silence, the vibrant purple color of the trees blurred his vision. ![]() your body placed into two caskets. one: spread-eagle below a rain-battered ground, navy blued in the front edge of dusk. ![]() My Nana was buried with a shovel in her casket, Because she wanted to be the first Baptist to break through the earth When the Holy Ghost called them to. ![]() I had a dentist's appointment one day. At first, it went as usual. Lying face up at the ceiling while a stranger shoves metal objects inside my mouth, accompanied by the occasional wince in discomfort whenever she happened to strike a sensitive part of a tooth. I stared at the TV attached to the ceiling the entire time, drowsily watching the cartoon characters dance across the screen. It was boring. So boring that could feel my consciousness slowly drift away from reality. But that’s when it happened. |
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