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Hannah Christina Dec 2018
Pacing
Floating
Detached
Bouncing off of walls
Turning cartwheels and then passing through the wall
Nothing to grasp but the anchor I ignore

Distracted wanderings
Bringing me nothing.
Why don't I land,
Why can't I stop?
  Dec 2018 Hannah Christina
ryn
So that my fist
would relent and bloom
like a flower
given rain and sun.

So that one day
it might unfurl
to willingly take what comes.
  Dec 2018 Hannah Christina
Iz
I tremble as I face the beast
Beaten and worn
I stand
His words are birthed from acid
His skin is solid steel
Those eyes
They pierce me
Like jaded daggers
Blood fills my lungs as my vision goes black
This is a battle I will die fighting
Who is your beast?
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