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I’m hit with this visceral panic. A feeling of filling up, both heavy and nothing. A fear of the dwindling and the dread of the dark. I’m ..

I used to touch myself in unfavorable ways Curious hands learning the comforts of my body I didn’t know cues, I didn’t know modesty Bu..

My dirty hands smudge the edges of color. I know better than to long for the muddling of hues, but it’s you who clings to my clothes like finger..

I miss you and you’re still here You don’t walk to me anymore Sometimes I wish you did But I’ll pick you up, I’ll carry you..

Delaney Writing