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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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![]() As I sit in the lap of today’s expectations, I begin to melt My limbs turn from flesh, blood, and bone to something I could’ve sucked through a milkshake straw on my fifth birthday And when I emerge
from the ooze I can no longer move them My feet, as I try to plant them firmly on the ground, are long crescent moons And I roll back and forth from heel to toe to heel to toe My porcelain arms, now worn American chestnut beckon, awaiting another restless mind to fall into their oscillating embrace. Comments are closed.
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