These Words

These words

slither behind

between

around my

teeth,

snarling for

release.

And they long

for as much

as I do,

the day I

will let them

escape.

And I won’t

care who hears

because once

they leave

my lips,

so will this

weight in

my shoulders.

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Flickering ‘g’

I am the

flickering ‘g’,

in a row full

of letters I

struggle to

match. Though

I know there

is something

different, I still hope

that the next

red glow will

stay, and for

half a second

I belong,

and then Im

different again.

Small blurs

Like when you’re

driving and you

dont remember

how you got

where you are,

dont remember

turning on that

street,

Her life felt

hazy, nauseating.

She didn’t know

where she was

or where she

was going.

But she could

feel a distance

and the people

she use to know

became only small

blurs.

You aren’t writing no love songs

Girlhood-like,

kind of head

resting on

hand, looking

through windows,

subtle sigh

thing.

Consuming,

oh so consuming.

And its not

girlhood,

WOMANhood.

But I have a

lot to learn.

Because its not

the same for

everyone.

And my silly

daydreams that

take me on rides

of flowers,

love songs,

romance,

they’re only

thoughts.

And what I have

learned is

that if anyones

gonna write a

love song, its

me.

Goop

I want to

scoop out

all the goop

inside of me,

tacky feelings

of insecurity

and paranoia,

and flop them

into someones

hands.

And they wont

say ew or gag,

No,

they’ll be happy

to be able to

hold a part of me.