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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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![]() what a carnal act chewing is, to turn my mouth violent around matter; to expose my ceramic insides and flush with guilt. and God, what hubris I must have, to revolve the sun around my tongue and not swallow, cursing God for the tangled yarn in my stomach while ignoring the hands
He gave me to unspool them with. instead, I will knot my insides to create needles; I will make horrors out of the softness that sheds in my gut. Comments are closed.
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