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Christina Cox Dec 2015
One bump, two bump.
A little bitty crash.
One bent bumper, one bumper scraped.
Two heads thrown too fast.
Two necks hurt just a little bit.
No need to send an officer.
Just fill out the online form.
When did an incident at a major intersection
turn into a trivial moment?
Christina Cox Dec 2015
Ready the washcloth and the drying mats.
Turn the faucet on to hot and let the water flow.
Pour blue soap onto each glass and fork;
Onto every dish and bowl.
I’m searching for the courage to do the family dishes.
To roll up the sleeves of a long-sleeved shirt under a simple tee.
To show my scars to myself and maybe to the water.
Doing dishes home alone, finding courage to face myself.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I’m looking for my motivation.
I can’t find it anywhere.
I think somebody stole it
or gave it quite a scare.
It’s gone and gone for good.
I’ve looked in every secret place.
Maybe it just doesn’t want to be found
in this twisted game of hide and seek.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
If I could then I would. I would change for you.
Change my soul, change my head, even change my body.
I’ve even tried an I’ve found that I can’t.
I cannot change anything. I cannot change for you.
Oh, dear heart, I cannot change to make you keep beating.
Sooner or later, we will both die. And it will be a dream.
  Dec 2015 Christina Cox
ARI
I see you
Walking by that ledge
Just a little too slowly.

I see your eyes
Calculate the distance
To the ground.

I see your head
Bowing in defeat
As your mind begs to fall.

I see your back
Shattering as asphalt
Sews itself into your chest.

I see guilt
Waltzing across
Your exhausted smile.

I see you
Caged inside depression
You cannot seem to escape.

I see you.
Now you just need
To see that I am here.

-ARI
  Dec 2015 Christina Cox
Elexer
I hate myself
My life
My lack of friends
My personality
I'd welcome death
If i weren't such a coward
I hate myself
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