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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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![]() look. psychedelic perspective. I am euphoric scrap metal, acrylic plastic, resin, glass. Melt me. mold me into your perfection. Knead bubbles from my skin and lumps from my breasts. let slip. a mistake. Retinas for pimples, toenails for eyes, lines for curves, listen to doo-wop with iron fists clamped in belly fat. Chew me like tobacco, spit to the ground. Scream for stars to brand
tender skin and eat my sardine can torso. a saccharine kiss. light point of view. I am blue marble epoxy, snow flake, continuum of mirrors and salt. typos in the brain, in the body, dream of bookended fairy tales as I crunch to 4/4 time. rug burn on rib cage on cold feet, repeat cadence. jump to touch bar-standards with your kaleidoscopic humor, mesmerizing serenade, a song. flick. punch. reject. realize how pincushions make needles sharper, not stronger. break your back ov er breakfast. this life is no petrichor. I am sibilance in solitude, lying supine, thermoplastic. Don’t let me become pliable under this extreme heat. Comments are closed.
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