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the skeletons in my closet are named.I have them alphabetically organized,bones properly cleaned and attached,names on display. i dissected each onean..
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i remember my mother telling me that my grandfather became an angel.she did not mention the burning agony involved.how you can feel you shoulder blade..
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I don’t know what to do with the loveI once had for you.How do I repurpose this intense adoration?These old memories?The frames that once held p..
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i wrote this when i was asked how i felt about receiving a late diagnosis for a learning disability/neurological disorder
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I hung my ex lovers up on my wall like art,I keep their bodies as mementos of mistakes I’ve made.Like Gogh, I give an ear to future lovers,But t..
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i feel like i have to apologize,because i continue to summon your ghost to write,i sit and use your existence to mourn a loss,but i lost nothing- you ..
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“how does it feel to grow up?”your home is the first grave you will ever haveyour childhood bed, a casket, adorned in light pinkstuffed an..
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at my funeral,my obituary is etched into my bodytales of my life transcribed on my skinat my funeral,i am being read Miranda rights by my casketi have..
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