There are some things that make me feel so empty that I can’t even write about them. I have a permanent stomachache. It’s like knives run through me. I love my mother, and she loves me. I don’t count my calories anymore and I think of bright lights. Yellow and white. Shining through my window,… Read more

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Hair tangled down her back Windows open She’s laughing and crying I’m lucky I get to see both sides I see the crafted persona the side we all show to the world And I get to see her take her makeup off And take her days out of the trashcan She spreads them out for… Read more

something blurry in my bodyI was everything and nothing all at onceLike my brain left my head and wandered to the corner store,scrutinizing the shelves and shelves of neonwhile I stay back, feet on the floor The ceiling was fuzzy and my words melted into indecipherable shapesHanging in the air and then dispersing into the… Read more