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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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![]() Soil, Earth-rich, swallows heartily Of obsidian blood dribbling From clasped hands that pound Against walls Of spiked, slivered Shale. Light
In quick-silver flashes, scorches The air, rams with ruthless efficiency Into crevices that trap molten flesh And beating heart Alike. Prayers, Half-aborted before birth, Suffocate in graves, Walls of salted dust Behind my pressed Lips. I Beg for midnight For full moons that flicker Within my corneas, engrave The soft flesh Of my forearms With fire to mark the passing Time. Visions Flicker, a hammer Gravity-pulled, Cleaves a web, Of fractures in skull, Each widening reveal Scraps for the famine Within. Comments are closed.
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