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poem no. 1surrounded by decomposing love,
his spendy blue shoes crush my fingers under the weight of his prying
I feel like I’ll never be pretty.
there’s a pain in my gut I’ve nicknamed “St. Dymphna,”
she tells me that my lack of religion is too ironic to be individual
and my wrists still hurt sometimes.
I wear sweaters the colour of “unassuming,”
hiding behind the apprehension;
my salmon-pink memories sound like screaming and bumblebees.
I’ll be strong for you, though,
stronger than those diabolical knife-edges
that cut your pretty skin.
we’ll fall asleep between the brightly-woven willow branches,
you and me,
well-witched mannequins with black crescent-moon smiles with teeth
instead of craters.
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