the water flowing across my temples seemingly drowns all the anxieties and tensions of the day, stripping away the sweat and tears that suffocate my skin. I feel your warmth from the tip of my golden head to the bottom of my toes and everywhere in between. Your silver stem shoots into the air and…
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to write poetry, I was heart broken beyond belief. The kind where anger was seeping out of the cracks, like gasoline dripping onto a floor covered in flames. Poetry has been my partner in crime for about a year now- the best kind of crime. I’ve spilled my heart out to her more times than…
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The moment I decided this body was no longer a war zone was the moment I made space for the embrace of the warriors that have been helping me fight all along. That’s not to say I don’t still carry the guns, it’s just that I don’t keep them as loaded. I now have the…
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the cookies at a sewing camp I partook in during a Summer in my formative years: like sinking your teeth into a sugar-saturated cloud. the rush I felt as my taste buds danced. the first time I nearly fainted in a hot yoga class, my body seemingly collapsing to the ground as my limbs gave…
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The first time, we were standing outside Pioneer place on 5th avenue at a time where I was still ripe with innocence, my wavy blonde hair cascading around my rosy cheeks. I met him at the Riverdale school prom when I was attending St. Mary’s Academy, an all- girls Catholic school in the heart of…
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Don’t feel ashamed about never wanting to have sex, barely wanting to, wanting to a couple times a year, month, week. Don’t feel ashamed for wanting to have sex to the degree that you do or don’t want to, period. About having blemishes on your skin. All this means is that your body is in…
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If you looked, you wouldn’t of found my scratch marks covering his skin the next day or his cold blood looming beneath my finger nails. No, I didn’t fight back because I was a deer in the headlights that night after all he drove my shuttle bus for months was a tree hugger who watched…
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Maybe I wouldn’t have spent so many nights aching in my center, the spot on the female body where he came from but takes for granted and used like its meant to shrivel up. He reached for my petals the moment they were most tender and plucked them off devouring them like they were simply…
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they ask me, as if it’s the all-defining aspect of my being. Why not: What would your soul look like if you removed its mask? What is the first thing you think about in the morning and the last before your eyes flutter closed to rest? What demons do you dance with and what are…
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I am not a landing strip to rest your plane at before you take off to your destination I am the places you call home I am your feet in the warm sand I am the Sun kissing the spine of your back. I am not the exquisite exhibit I am the whole museum the…
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