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AntoinetteBrandt Jun 2018
My face peels as if getting to the middle
 of a twisted plot, my spine is sore,
 I’m used too much, I’ve got finger stains
 from every one whose ever touched me.
Some of my inside is missing, how does one
 come to the ending of things
 if you have to keep skipping the important parts; 
It doesn’t matter really, you get the  gist of what I’m saying. I’m worn and lightweight
   as a paperback laid out on a summer day.
 You read my expressions plainly; your eyes
 skimming over the poor grammar, you say “
I want to write myself in your story
“ and  scribble your name on my arm.
Zine coming soon
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AntoinetteBrandt Jun 2018
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The princess
doesn’t save herself
In this one.
Old friends travel far
to remind her of her kingdom.
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AntoinetteBrandt Jun 2018
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The rain is falling faster
Every second
Like so many past metaphors.
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AntoinetteBrandt Jun 2018
First it was my throat. My lymph nodes were swollen. I knew it was a blocked throat chakra.
The words would not come out right,
The words would not come out at all.
It showed itself on your hands
And it’s the first time you ever felt Death pat you on the hands. Many things you wouldn’t understand.
Like why every night you would wake up at 3 am in a rapid temper. This isn’t a pen it’s your fist.
My hands kept turning purple, bruised. This is the first time that I’ve wrote it down, and it’s silent. Then it was my eyes
My eyelids swollen, and if this isn’t a sign then I don’t know what is. The mute is going blind.
there is a pounding headache, this isn’t a poem, this is just some angst confession about depression and how if I don’t write, I’ll die.
This is the first draft! I’m aware of the point of view errors and I just overall never share my drafts but I don’t want to lost this
AntoinetteBrandt Jun 2018
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A car hopper runs down the drive-through to say Hey
You forgot you had a
Heartbreak
With that drink.
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                  ...theprettypoems...
AntoinetteBrandt Jun 2018
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It was a mistake to play with fire. You feel the heat and keep a safe distance when you've been burned by love. Nobody said how hard it was going to be to open up again.
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AntoinetteBrandt Jun 2018
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My eyes like a sharpened blade
I surrender.
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