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There is a certain way
to be unwanted
quietly.
Nose smudged with ink-
buried ‘tween the lines
of stories somehow much
simpler than this.
I wonder how many pages
my pain could take up
if I let my ink spill.
I wonder if I can number
the amount of times
he cracked my soul.

There is a certain way
to be destroyed
quietly.
Lies spill with the frequency
of your own blood,
(Safety, they scream
in fictional syllables.
This. is. SAFE.)
nose now smudged with dirt-
because how dare you.
Look what you did.
How could you cause her
so much pain?
Suffer silently.
“I wouldn’t wish this on anyone,”
she says.

I wouldn’t wish this on anyone
either.
I promise you that.

jennesse

I am in love
with the continuity of
the sea.
Ripples in the sand reflect
the ripples in the ocean and
where water kisses sky there
is barely a seam.
You can see if you squint
where the stars are
stitched together,
but wherever you are
the beach is always half
a dream.

"

bad days deceive me
into believing i am
better this way.
i cross and
recross my legs,
fingertips touch, a
red patch above my heart
(to the left.)
wrists- are they as
sharp an angle as they were
yesterday?
am i as sharp an angle
i was yesterday?

my veins are always
shaking. there’s
a fear i try to starve
out. i try to empty myself
of this
of it
of him.

how can you feel too much
and too little all at once?
can nothing ever be
enough?

"

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