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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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![]() that night, sparks flew the pages breathe in perfume, as her fingertips soak through the edges of paper, interlocking smudged words incited to be read sharp stings on my tongue and a mouth full of blood her lips moving softly with words coldness seeps from the pages as she pencils within the margins, yet another life she has forgotten barren land, blood-stained skin,
explosion hummed lifeless whispers i was the ashes born from despair in the library all night long, her fingers flicking pages as she becomes one with the story, her breath scatters over words as they carried your body away i ran my tongue across the edge of the knife you once gripped wanting to savor the last of you the cycle continues as she glows her warmth into the next chapter, outside the library moonlight illuminates silently from above a hundred years later the first drop of rain dissolved in the deserted land through glass windows light falls on her jawline, kissing into colors of last lines in poetry as moonlight slowly shifts onto her collarbones blurred visions in a haze, the rain broke into rivers of torment, cut through worlds chasing after you elixir from a midnight’s dream drapes softly across her neck, in the distance the lilac bruises almost look like lipstick smears i’ll find a way across the entirety of our universe to flow beneath your grave, and i’ll blossom white roses from your tombstone lips dipped in wine drowning in perfume as her fingertips stain another page painted of phantoms in dark red ink rivers became rivers of galaxies, i met you at the universe’s edge slowly parting, her satin lips breathe of venom sharply sweet, heartbreaks the color of sunset traced dreams on her jawline until every star had exploded into smoke clouds, this time fading lights, i fell for you in the absence of life she sighs as she leans against wooden bookshelves, fingernails painting scratches into the past, her name soak between words a galaxy forever spinning alone amidst the hollow coldness, i was the stardusts that turned blue as i drowned myself in your veins in another life you found me on an old dusty bookshelf read me through, once in a lifetime and that was enough missing you was more than enough Comments are closed.
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