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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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![]() when Waltzing Alone in an abandoned ballroom is deemed insanity i will set myself alight dousing myself in belladonna-infused gasoline, perfuming my bones like death peeling back my skin with the tulle of my skirt wet with fallen rain and unfulfilled prophecies, words caught from northern winds invention created from these newborn hands, calluses on the fingertips. pieces of history forced down my throat, tasting like raw coffee beans and broken lipsticks my character shoes prancing on marble the statues on the wall judging my form, mirrors warping like funhouses
my eyes sliding into oblivion as if i am lucid dreaming and your face is only a reflection in the shadows as fleeting as i believe myself to be Comments are closed.
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