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plainjane
27/UK big pretender - sick of stumbling on words that don't fit
They've moved on I am stuck - oscillating Moving and immobile Cycling through memories Nausea, pain, no relief Suspended in a reality They are unwilling to recognise Better to hide behind closed eyes To ensure their own pleasure Can be chased While I pray to porcelain gods Begging for a break Desperate for comfort Terrified of connection Clawing at intimacy As if sure it will disappear if I so much as blink Their disbelief dragging along my collarbone Their impatience lancing through my jaw socket Their indignation sliding down my bicep Their ignorance burrowed under my shoulder blade Their dismissal coating my pelvis That is what he put in me- When he crossed that boundary Forgotten latex in pursuit of self-gratification No protection from the devastation And they chose him. Consequences that rip my skin Decimate my identity The violence of their abandonment is unrelenting In its refusal to let up let me go let me be It's never Just It's never Only It's always Ruin
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Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 6:24 PM UTC
Friendship definition sought
The breeze lifts branches and leafy fingers wiggle warmly in welcome As older generations lean over cots to coo and soothe newborns The barely there breeze washes away tension carried on the back of birdsong And I am recharged under the sun's careful eye
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Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 8:55 AM UTC
Pause
I look down and my sadness weighs on me I am heavy with hunger But it is nothing like the weight that my body is forced to carry that I am forced to carry After years of shovel hands thunderous teeth kilos slip from shoulders to waistline Legs might be stronger But my back breaks all the same Wretched, ravenous Abstinence makes the mind grow obsessive But a four days of counting and no dress for the occasion without looking fit to burst Hot flash of anger in the pan Sizzling shame My faults spilling out for all to see How utterly unappetising So when my mouth waters I look down
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Jan 10, 2022
Jan 10, 2022 at 5:52 PM UTC
Insatiable
Pockets of joy and unburdened silliness But now I sit in a chilled bath Wishing away hot tears Lonely as ever with my heart's love in the room next door I can contain all this, but would prefer it be a day Not so commercially wrapped up in enforced gratitude, platitudes Peace and goodwill My chest aches No hunger to be sated But sickness is heavy on me May a morning of box shredding Bring lighter winds to carry me through
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Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 5:57 PM UTC
Blue Christmas
one more breath cycle and sleep will claim me i lie to myself and press against the mattress but nothing lulls me and i'm left with my thoughts rolling and sticking coiled trip hazards slippery and i'm caught in the net forced to sift through carcasses gutting myself with a barnacle-hugged blade at this point i'm destructive no talking me down from the crow's nest i'm battering against the logic and softness of his back, his sleepy sighs desperate to be asked to stay more sure that i'll leave the comfort of this bed i'm saltwater savage unrelenting with rage winds guiding my push and pull too far too much too little too late uncontrollable, frantic hands can't hold me i'm wild and free and frozen by my shortcomings lazy and bucking wildly against the confines of a label tears sleuce and i gasp for breath this sofa offers no safe passage through the night my journey goes far beyond and I'm scared to land ashore not trusting my own soul to harbour my teacup heart's latest storm carried in on rising moon and ebbing hormones there's no solace in the tug and slip of the tide against a shoreline I've willingly left in the dark, glasses pushed to my nose laptop in hand to hide behind manufactured light instead of basking in his glory fraudulent, a failure but he's far too forgiving and tomorrow he'll welcome me back in the hopes my demons have returned to the depths for the moment
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Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
she sells tall tales on the seashore
I have a sob stuck in my lower right lung it won't (or can't) dislodge on its own twisting, dancing, laughing, stretching, forcing - nothing works. Little pops and groans as muscles protest and I along with them hate moving every which way but the pressure is mounting so I keep trying to worm this little collection of tears down and away. I imagine the lobe like a jacket's third pocket pressed against my ribs safe and secret close to my vest. Perhaps that's why it got trapped there it's warm, feels secure and near the feeling part my traitorous heart so I try coaxing the tears with sad thoughts and fears but to no avail it won't get lost or maybe it is lost because sobs should be stuck in throats not in lungs not that my body has ever done its job right all mixed up signals weak muscles too-old bones and feelings aren't supposed to sit in the meat sack rattling skeleton clogging arteries stealing breaths though my lung's filling fine despite this new obstruction. The little sob in my chest pocket whose zip teeth won't unclench so my back is up unsure how to carry this extra weight without giving out body caving in and I'm on my knees emotionally capped carrying this orb of sadness all blue and heavy and wet it's no surprise the sob wanted a place to rest so constant, predictable expand, release breathe in, exhale rhythmic and vital and alive tapping into that space a reminder, a grounding present and here and continuing on survival mode engaged motions and habit and back to basics until I can tap into the memories the fears or the thoughts that chased this sob from tear ducts to ribcage for safe keeping.
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Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 2:31 PM UTC
intercostal
I have a sob stuck in my lower right lung it won't (or can't) dislodge on its own twisting, dancing, laughing, stretching, forcing - nothing works. Little pops and groans as muscles protest and I along with them hate moving every which way but the pressure is mounting so I keep trying to worm this little collection of tears down and away. I imagine the lobe like a jacket's third pocket pressed against my ribs safe and secret close to my vest. Perhaps that's why it got trapped there it's warm, feels secure and near the feeling part my traitorous heart so I try coaxing the tears with sad thoughts and fears but to no avail it won't get lost or maybe it is lost because sobs should be stuck in throats not in lungs not that my body has ever done its job right all mixed up signals weak muscles too-old bones and feelings aren't supposed to sit in the meat sack rattling skeleton clogging arteries stealing breaths though my lung's filling fine despite this new obstruction. The little sob in my chest pocket whose zip teeth won't unclench so my back is up unsure how to carry this extra weight without giving out body caving in and I'm on my knees emotionally capped carrying this orb of sadness all blue and heavy and wet it's no surprise the sob wanted a place to rest so constant, predictable expand, release breathe in, exhale rhythmic and vital and alive tapping into that space a reminder, a grounding present and here and continuing on survival mode engaged motions and habit and back to basics until I can tap into the memories the fears or the thoughts that chased this sob from tear ducts to ribcage for safe keeping.
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A wire has come loose Connection faulty Body fraught, skin hot Electricity misfires Muscles spasm Energy bubbling In my scapula Mouth corner slipping Arm numb Palm sparking Twisting and stretching Satellite sobbing Deep breathing No relief No change Constant dissonance Disturbance Distance Between realities Skin deep and surface No mental switch flip I'm present, with it And utterly frustrated Body in disarray Thoughts gathered neatly It makes no sense This physical betrayal And the disconnect Exhausting Unrelenting On edge Over it all Invisible lights blinking Guiding path To misery and beyond
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Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 1:50 PM UTC
This body's scoreboard is broken
Today I celebrate the fact I'm living, messily With fragility and passion Eyes-open optimism Never more cherished or overwhelmed Teary with adoration for the ones who recognise my Yearning and learning Sparkle and the tarnished silver Ever growing and humbled Veritably terrified by the future's uncertainties Even still cultivating a Nourished soul, I am here - loving
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Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
twentyseven (or, birthday girl part ii)
Today I celebrate the fact I'm alive messily with fragility and passion mistrust and eyes-open optimism living and cherished so precious and overwhelmed adoration for the ones who see me recognise the sparkle and the tarnished silver shying from spotlights and loudly staking claim to space, time, presence I am here Living
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Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 10:22 AM UTC
birthday girl
It's not the orange line between my neck and cheek Or the wonky liner that never looks even The accidental overdrawn lip Or even the thankless task of taming eyebrow hairs with gel and pen That makes me fret before nights out Yes, gusset-less tights are frustrating One shoe unfindable in the wardrobe forest floor drive me up the wall And no two items of clothing match or sit right on my increasingly fraught frame But mostly I detest The thought Other people's eyes Judgement Appraisal Decisions and approval (or lack thereof) How can I begin to make presentable, or pleasing to the eye a face, a body, a soul that I find nothing pleasant in Concealer can't work magic tricks And glitter bares all There's nowhere to hide So maybe I'll stay home tonight
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Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
Not going out