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galio Mar 2019
he passed
and stroked
the leaves

and the whole tree shivered
like they were waiting for him
galio Mar 2019
the petals are wilting

with no water

no sunlight

no one to brush the dust from the stems
and ask them how they're doing
galio Mar 2019
we were so beautiful
we burned so bright
until we burnt out

or at least that’s what i’m telling myself
  Mar 2019 galio
Allison Wolf
I politely fold my
into tiny pieces
sharp sentences sliced
for your comfort
until it is only a soft
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…’
I am small enough to slide
into your pocket or your pants
but never out
of your grasp
March 2, 2019
11:31:56 PM
galio Feb 2019
i beg him to block out their songs
to shut his eyes
and ignore the blue sirens

but it’s obvious
he is stealing glances
when my back is turned
sharing the air
when my eyes are closed
closing the space
when i know
  Jan 2019 galio
MaKenzie Unser
my mom thinks it’s a hickey on my neck
and i’d rather her think that
than know it’s from your fingers
clamping my throat shut
with rage
galio Jan 2019
i don’t think i connect to humans

the same way
they connect
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