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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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![]() the somber synonyms of sea make the insides of a shell hush with words in the pearled mother tongue of the moving water I cup my ears over the wood and it sounds like a fret train running through my brain at 12:34 am silences play hide and seek with me
fool around in meadows distance measured in rows of identical dancing dandelions distance pools endless possibilities the proximity like stung plump by a bee makes my lips tremble with the thoughts of tranquility I seek only silences and they playfully hide away from me questions ground in a mortar coarse powdery like plaster of paris mixed with water science's feeble try to mend broken bones set out in the air, getting dry by the second asking for the reverberation of my reasons for me, I have shards of glasses fitted down my throat that hurt and cluster on angles of light i don't understand like a kaleidoscope with blood clots inside instead of twinkles and twilight mom interrupts with a cup of warm ginger tea she's sweet and my throat feels better already but the time is up 'why can you not be more like her' 'why can you not at least smile?' 'why would you spill the tea down the sink it's always too bitter or too sugary but - but what did you do make of all the things in life' it decays and decays on my skin and on my mind like a picture of Dorian Gray silences turn into sin when the whole country is left tired to the bone sucked dry of life, it's a coup - brewing in the secrecy of late night cafés that extends a hail and leads a turn of events without further questions so I light my candles warm yellow and borrow papa's music vinyls old mellow make one of those elaborate plans I say there's an abandoned house by the end of the street dense and sweet humbly covered in milk weed so tear out pages of poetry and carry them in the inner pocket of your trench coat pretend we have our own dead poet's society hold hands and I'll show you how we've been fitting the wrong key silences but shared share only silences take a moment to sip more of that while I find a new hiding place for me now rush put on your mask I'm five steps to the right of the olive branch tree come find me Comments are closed.
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