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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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![]() i didn’t want to learn the name of the wells above your furrowed flour brows you solemnly set down your mug crunch. syrup fills my lungs in a breath that holds me whisked to wonder when the air turned brittle i trudge through nougat and fudge and all
our confections that gnawed at my enamel to uncover the soft heat that commences your caramel anger but nothing sticks your pointed stares melt warm underneath the roof of my mouth and impulse is to reach my tongue up to it i miss mind-numbing ice cream headaches when our language was untangling the knots of licorice lace and throats aflame with partings from chocolate liquor confessions and we grew closer through endless emulsification secure with secrets because hearts could beat both separate and together i thought that was love, you said i turned sugar into a swear word we’re two at a table for four and the ghosts of our childhood want candy for dinner so you serve them your bursting passion and then feed me sprinkle static in cloying touches and glazed oxymorons I don’t like when you bring up old news don’t you just feel like we’re going nowhere but all i desire is to crumble your tempered heart, and hear your sweet scream Comments are closed.
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