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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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![]() it seems like all the ways the world could end have. sent my body screeching through a stop sign & here i am speared into a volcanic sky unfolding clouds popping balloons of battery acid streets gushing sludge stuck to my knees apocalypse was the first word
i learned to spell & now i trace it on the sides of collapsed buildings cars gnashed to scraps practiced my feet are bare & barer by the second with no one left to tell me if my not-killed body is forsaken or divine but what i do know is i taught myself to ride a bike. kept my own teeth off the pavement. i’ve never broken a bone. the day i melted, i watered myself until my ankles regrew. i can walk for miles now. still can. through all the dead. for days & days & days. Comments are closed.
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