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My walls are painted with self hatred. there is no comparative feeling. I cannot shake these demons inside me. I cannot purge their voices from my mind. your walls are painted different than mine, inside the aesthetic of your mind. are your shelves empty? mine are. are your thighs bare? mine are.
I am a young girl with a mind heavier than the solid iron core of the earth. my nightmares are of me drowning in every cliche phrase until my lungs topple over.
now do you understand my fear of water?

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[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of deep thoughts in the poetry.
"I am a young girl with a mind heavier than the solid iron core of the earth. my nightmares are of me drowning in every cliche phrase until my lungs topple over.
now do you understand my fear of water?"
I like the above lines. Truthful and direct. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote