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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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![]() When the twilight melts at the tip of your Tongue, swirling shades of violet, you gulp The reflections of oaks in the water Like a greedy animal sucks at the teat of its mother This hunger, it
Consumes you It isn’t you The jagged yew snakes it arms around your waist, vultures Swooping down at charcoal-eyed prey Cicadas sing your elegy; there is such haunting dignity In flesh that still moves without purpose, hashed lips mouthing hymns to a wet sky that was thrust into her mouth like a gag Many moons ago, on the day Her world left the haven of maternal red Pupils dilated pink in a perpetual sunset; Honey, maybe the way you shake A lover’s name between your teeth can quench the thirst; Maybe you can’t help it–poets ripping apart embers of an autumn wind Maybe after you tear open the horizon and lick clean its bones, Hold the gilded sand hostage between your toes and lunge, howling, at the sunfire anointing the murmurations of starlings You can drink the dark and seek asylum In the echoes of your mania Dulled by the night ; the sweet forlorn cry of a mockingbird Comments are closed.
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