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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 dim fluorescent lights noisily pulse out a yellow-orange pattern into the violent liquid night, while i watch your jaundice yellow teeth that grin sharp & wet & sinister carelessly frame your mouth to fill it with sordid sin: where else but beneath the chipped skin of your lips would sin lie? you told me that sin is where
the heart hides, but with spit careening down your jaw, it seemed as if you had torn the pulsing arteries from your chest in a fit of lucid fury and shoved them into your yellow molars to rot forever. Comments are closed.
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