kayleigh-emma-morganWhisper

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SilenceWhenever I'm with you, / I don't hear our clothing fall. / nor the change in our breath,
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Cow PajamasYour cow pajamas make me smile. / Their pink, covered in little bubbly bovines, and they smell like you. / As much as I love them for their adorable nature, they would be so much better if you were actually wearing them.
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TiredI am tired. / I am tired of not sleeping. Tired of trying to stay awake, because each time I try to sleep every bad thought and guilty feeling consumes my mind’s fatigue and internalises the stress into energy. My anxiety can keep my mind running all night long. I am tired of running without crossing any distance. Running without moving is an exercise my mind is too out of shape to survive. I’m tired of running away. Each step pounds the point home that I am a coward. Each pound pushes the earth down until it reaches the other-side, causing another step along the way. The eternal footrace soldiers on thanks to the anxiety engine. / I’m tired of fear. Repetitive worry exhausts every other thought from existing, so fear becomes the constant state. I’m so fluent in fear that I twitch at every sound and grip at every surface. My mouth is so prepared to scream that simple phrases of love and compassion, or even pleasantries and common courtesy involve intense concentration to untie my tongue.
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****** DevianceRecently I've grown to see / the weakness in my mind. / I'm challenged by the ordinary
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Withdrawalrealities are shifting / in and out like sliding doors, / nothing left but the drifting
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SheHer breath catches. she turns over. it doesn't matter, no matter what she does, she won't sleep. that itch is there. / she lies on the flat of her back, staring at the colours swirling on the ceiling with the shadows dancing with them. she starts thinking about him again. the way his hair curls at the end, the way it moves when the wind blows around, the way his face scrunches up in amusement, the way he holds himself, how he leans in when he speaks, his lips, his face, his eyes...she lets her mind wander...aswell as her hand... / her breath catches again, but for an entirely different reason.
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Little Scared SoldierThe barrel rested / between his eyes, / against his nose.
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Your Place - Sleepa soundless space with stress free air, / an end of day without a care, / a guitar sitting proud and spent,
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FurySomething snapped. / the last straw, perhaps. / it all became too much, the pressure builded until the force of it pushed against my conscience and called my fury into action.
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I AmI am a tress-passer on the land belonging to the noble. / I am a sheep in wolves clothing. / I am nothing more than a ******* child of ignorance and closed windows.
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