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Shireen Jun 2018
I’m not made of skin
and bone,
As most of you may be
My ribs have been replaced
by stems,
Stems that harness
miniature golden flowers
Those of whom tend to mimic
the sun’s rays
And brighten the darkest
of days

These fancied flowers
have replaced my internal organs
Their petals,
my external ones
Through the obscene anatomy
composing my own being
I have come to the realization
Of the unidentified
beauty within,
Beauty, sprawled across my skin
Shireen May 2018
Every word you said
Plays over and over again
In my head

I despise the broken memory
Of every moment
We shared in secrecy

You sparked a match
Inside my hollow chest,
I knew you'd be a catch

And now that you've set my heart on fire
You're my only **** desire
Shireen Sep 2018
ive spent day after day
evaluating every crevice
from the split ends of my hair
to the unappealing sight of
stretch marks spread across
my upper thighs
hammering my mind, and body
to figure out
your reason for falling out of love
with me
Shireen May 2018
You've left the most
vibrant and lively
corners of my mind
Cold
with cobwebs hanging
on for their own
dear life
Dust bunnies
dancing with one another
as if the once
voluminous fields
of wild flowers
that grounded the foundation
of my happiness
Were now solid,
lackluster
floors to retired
Ballrooms

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