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itsfinemom
itsfinemom
American "I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it." / J.D. Salinger
It’s 7pm, Late-August, Late 2000s, Massachusetts. I’m lying on the carpet. My door is locked. CDs are playing. I am safe for now, but not for long. My windows are open and the sound of crickets is competing with my ceiling fan. The air is sickly sweet, and slightly smokey, and suffocating, in a way only late August can bring. Like a death and a new beginning, colliding head on. Bending and breaking everything in its path against their will. You go where I make you go. You move how I make you move. You do not complain. It is grief, and fear, and pure apathy. Disconnection and misdirection. Negotiation and disassociation. I am the only person on earth. No one else exists. I do not cry out in pain. No one is there to hear it.
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Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 12:22 AM UTC
The 28th
One day I will finally turn back and look at her. I can’t look back just yet. I don’t want to see her. I don’t want her to see me. I don’t want them to see me. When I finally escaped, I did not believe the first step. I was running in place behind a closed door. And now I’m miles away, out of danger, but I cannot stop running. I cannot slow down. I cannot look back. One day I will turn back and look at her, And I will take her with me. And I will slow down for her.
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Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 12:04 AM UTC
Horizon
Your reactions create factions like fractions, When we can’t afford anymore division.
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
Uphill
Where do you go when you’re too old for Neverland? Trapped in a foreverland Staring endlessly at a broken watch. As a child I cried for inanimate objects, Feeling haunted by buildings and plants. I used to stare at the trees outside my window, Wondering if they were more comfortable bare. Solace in winter solstice.
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
You Won’t Find It If You Don’t Look
Was it chemistry or nuclear physics? I’d rather be heard and not seen. It’s a dream It’s a dream It’s a dream It’s a dream I have not seen.
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Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
2:22
The kind of person who always calls out the first rain drop. Escaping fatality, In reality, On a technicality. Feeling lost at the expense of being honest. Paid six hundred dollars, tipped with a promise. Transaction complete. No receipt.
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Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
Eavesdropping
Or else I'll ****** the clouds. And I'll do it at night, so the suns not there to witness. The moon is too tired, so she'll just look away. Not that she'd care. Did you know she's evil? The moon I mean. She's calm, and dark, and seductive, But it's all just a trap. You know, she leads the sun to suicide every night. And she watches. Can't you see her over there, lying faint in the evening sky as he slowly fades off? But he comes back every morning. Unable to escape his torturous immortal fate. So she just hides and plots her next attempt to lead the sun to his destruction yet again, And maybe you to yours for the first time.
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
Blood Moon
I am stuck in that moment right before a fall Right before the glass shatters Right before an impact hits Right before jagged edges sink their teeth Right before. I am stuck. It dawned on me that it's no where near dawn.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
Artemis
My train of thought fell off the tracks. I burned that bridge before I even got to it.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
It’s Only Tuesday?
I’m not quite sure what i should do. I guess I’ll just lay here and wait for a storm To pick me up and carry me away. Maybe to the ocean? We’ll sea. If I’m drifting around, struggling to coast to a coast. Will you send me a message in a bottle? Not a map, just some encouraging words. If you figure it out, please tell me before you tell everyone. The weight of the world won’t wait. An endless possibilty is a constraint. There might be fire in my dragon eyes, But it clouds my vision With the smoke of an abandoned factory. I’m seeing into the past With restoration to when we thought this boom would last. Success did not **** the life out of you, You spit it out. Ungrateful. I said if you figured it out, please tell me before everyone. That was supposed to be half the fun. I’m not sure of the shore anymore.
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Nor’easter