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Faith Mar 2020
To those who would cross me

given the smallest reason

I bid you, come forth

and bear my hellish season
Faith Mar 2020
On Sunday, I scoured
the skin from my
dining room table.

I smeared a sunset
to cover the scars

and in the fading light,
slanted by my living room
shades, it smiled at me
through a gap-toothed grin.
Aug 2015 · 877
Highschool
Faith Aug 2015
The system is flawed
Suicidal kids together
Make up our population

Too early to be awake
Minds are blank, eyes wander
Just a shitload of ***** teens
summer clings to me like the lingering warmth of a particularly good hug

— The End —