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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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![]() Tonight there’s a bloodbath of stars & the black disemboweled sky. The naked corpse of moonlight desecrates everything we could ever touch. You’re begging me to hang up but I only open my other palm, slathered in red. I’m waiting for you to hold my hand or my heart but either way you just won’t let go of the phone. I’m so scared that I can’t hear what you’re saying & I want you to promise me that you’re still there, darling, are you there? Your eyes are twin bullets with nothing reflected except guilt. I’m baring my skin to you
& you still won’t do it, you won’t look at me. Just look at me. Look at me until I’m consumed in the apocalypse of your fallen dreams & all I know is singing rivers —all I know is the meaning of a bridge at night. I’m clenching the phone like a lifeline & saying I love you so much it hurts me to see you this way. Smile if you can hear me through the static. You don’t & I don’t know what to do besides whisper it like a prayer, I love you, willing it to tear through the bridge & the night & the oxygen between us. I’m here, on the other end, waiting to convince you that the world is beautiful. Comments are closed.
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