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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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![]() But i can make a new one. let me Give you an example: two nights ago i sucked beauty Into my belly Then heaved it out, churned gently And sealed away wistful immortality, Hexagonal i plunged a dipper in honey and twirled it
Until i tipped my head back, outstretched my arms towards the thumb- Smeared muddy sky swallowed The cosmos whole i licked it up And the burn was so sweet It bit my tongue Apologizing to the yellow smoke moon Leering down at me, i wanted to say i didn’t realize candles and forests are made Of the same stuff. The wick catches And wax smolders and pools– Oily-iridescent like it’s staining something, A dying something my eyes adjusting to the dark. i think i can feel the way air is calm the way nothing would taste Space smells like gunpowder and there’s a ringing in my ears. No, i can’t change the world. i can’t even save it. All i can do is watch cars crawl up a mountain With lights like so many bees Or a string of pearls Cool and heavy against my throat. Comments are closed.
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