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Rose Cliff Dec 2021
𝙸 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞.
π™±πšžπš 𝙸 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚜𝚊𝚒 πšπš‘πšŠπš
πš‚πš˜ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŠπš›πš” 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπš˜πš–πš–πš’πšπšπšŽπš πš˜πšžπš› πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽπš— 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘𝚘.
π™±πšžπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚜𝚊𝚒 πšπš‘πšŠπš
πš‚πš˜ πš˜πš— πšπš‘πš˜πšœπšŽ πš—πš’πšπš‘πšπšœ 𝚠𝚎 πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽ πš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽπš•πšŸπšŽπšœ.
π™³πšŽπš•πš’πš›πš’πš˜πšžπšœ πšπš›πš˜πš– πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšžπš—πšπšŽπš›.
Rose Cliff Nov 2021
As you wept
I held you tender and mild
And we exchanged
The role of mother and child
Our parents are not infallible
Rose Cliff Nov 2021
I knew it was coming
But still the voices whispered
β€œStop over reacting”
β€œYour letting it run away with you”
But that voice was silenced

By your silence
The silence that held stone throats
And glassy eyes
The silence that held the suffocating
Tangibility of the truth
Plausible undeniably

The silence that was broken with your whisper
The breath that recklessly gained momentum
Cruel gale force
Beating down on me in its full fury
The small sediments that had fallen prey to the winds
Embed their small bodies into my flesh ripping me apart

Your whisper had created too much collateral damage  

So the voices returned
Rising from the tomb
Offering salvation, my steadfast refuge
They spoke and their gospel caressed my wounded heart

β€œThis is not real”
Rose Cliff Nov 2021
Death was her vocation.
It infuriates me that they cannot appreciate the true nature of her [Plath] art because they are to occupied in entertaining pity or resentment.
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
I could not breathe.
So I gambled with God
And put slits in my throat.
I no longer needed to breathe.
  
But now I cannot stop moving.
Inflicted with indefinite motion,
I am out of chips.

Then Exhaustion tortured me,  
He hit me when I closed my eyes.
My skin stung when I stumbled.
Hand on my throat,
Voice in my ear
He whispered,
β€œThis is how you die,
My dear”

Making sure I will forever drown,
Begging to have died the first time
β€˜round.
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
I’ve tried every anodyne  
Alcohol, nicotine
Waiting for it to fix me
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
You,
The one who reads this.
Why do you
Know me in more depth,
More dimensions
Than those I love?
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