Category: Poetry
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Remembering the Future

First, the peacocks came To remind me to glitch through time,And the field they rose from responds faster when I don’t hide. Strange birds on full displayfor how strange the future was.We purged our insides,Stumbled through the park. Watchers observed under a tree.Dressed like zombie doctors,covered in fake blood. I watch the watchers back. I wondered who…
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Saturn Devouring Her Sun
A laugh that feeds onall the light in the roomLike nails on a chalkboard,demanding a performance back. A ritual meant to harvestanother’s root, a succubus devouring during another’ssolar return. Binding them with your wordswritten across the back of your hand. Carefully paintingyour friends withthe brush of envy. Using words like hot mess, crazy, intense, slow, andfat. I was…
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Miigwetch
Thank you. For being the last memoryof what it once felt like to feel safe to be myself. So I could finally wake up tothe contrast of howcold and calculatedthese arms were – like snakes, constricting, never tight enough to feel safe or a constant tethered choking. You were the last memory I had of…
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The Tower Upright
My only redemption for enduring this nightmare – is knowing for twelve years,I protected other women who may nothave been as equipped to move like waterto protect their open heart. To have seen the lust for power and control,and have the foresight to dangle the shiny coin,as armor to conceal what is not for sale.…
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Winner
Why did you try to grip reality so hard in the first place?Did you think you could hold it forever? Did you think you were a God or something?You asked me why I was being so cruel as you preparedcrocodile tears when I asked why would you lieabout putting the money I sent you in…
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The Last Bad Man
When I was 24 I got my first apartment by myself.You were paying your father rent to live at his house.You’d come sleep over on your days off and we hadspace to discover ourselves. It repulsed me that he made you pay half your check to live in his house. You paid $450 per month,…
