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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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![]() she leans back into the void, wet hair plastered to the curve of her u-shaped spine, eyelids seared into her pupils. her only company is it, the agony buried deep in her skull. it throbs like a lover; it hurts like a friend. she clutches her head and claws it out / hurls it into the abyss. it slips from her fingertip. it soars into the distant light. it sings of flight and other discarded things / painful things / and it vanishes into the dark.
it is silent for the first time since she came. she presses her palms to her eyes and stanches the blood flow from her ears. she chooses not to see, not to hear. here, where she does not feel weak when she cries; she leans back and pretends she isn't lonely. she loses something important. she loses sight of herself and what she really wanted. the darkness expands with the movement of her fear. it has no voice yet she thinks it mocks her with its escape. her hands are blind, she closes her eyes and refuses to acknowledge her own existence. she stays in the darkness and she stays inside where hurt does not reach her. a pitiful paper girl, who no longer sees nor hears nor feels nor smiles can pretend that she is happy here. Comments are closed.
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