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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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![]() july bleeds to death on my living room floor– paisley dress circling a heatwave. a ghost broadcasts picture shows of vertigo, antennae glinting colors of the sun. in the closet my mouth is moth-eaten and dry– radio static muffling goosebumps of air. orange heaven baptizes a hidden corner–
solitude unpeeling like a tangerine. my body presses into the liquid tilt of dusk, lips swiveling to chase the horizon. on the wall is stapled both a shadow and its lover, kisses greased with the root of tongues. the light-cloaked mistress raps the door twice, warbling a dirge for the day’s closing; and though the cricket wakes to chirp alone– nothing of the night is ever truly lonely. Comments are closed.
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