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 Nov 2020 Vic
rachel martin
Witch
 Nov 2020 Vic
rachel martin
The weight of the guilt I have
For the things I said about you before you died
Sit on my chest
Press me to death like a Salem witch.
Every time I drink I indulge in my tears
That I have no right to;
All I cared about when you were alive was vengeance for the way
You made me feel,
When I should’ve thanked you for opening my eyes
And I should’ve looked right through you
With open eyes-
And seen that you were dying inside.
I wrote that you were dead to me,
Not intending it quite literally
Not wanting for awhile
I manifested that for you-
I await my witch trial.
Might delete
 Nov 2020 Vic
Elias
you
 Nov 2020 Vic
Elias
you
as the days got shorter
the periods of time i kept thinking about you
only grew longer and longer
 Nov 2020 Vic
Zoe Grace
One friend persues the other
Cloaked in twisted fantasies
Oblivious to her discomfort
His ears unwilling to hear the word
                             "No"
Making comments unsolicited
Longing looks innappropriate

She doesn't want it.
 Nov 2020 Vic
JB
HEY-
I’m going out.
It’s not too late.
Brianna’s house.
You know that’s safe.

Hey, I’m sorry I smell like cigarettes. I’m sorry my eyes are red. I know it’s later than we said and now you want me right now dead!

Hey, I’m sorry I went out. I wasn’t in my bed. You woke up in the middle of the night and thought that I was dead!!
 Nov 2020 Vic
Beanie
is punk
 Nov 2020 Vic
Beanie
everyday that i wake,
i step out of bed,
and see the same thing.

every day,
i am a woman,
and everyday,
i am punk.

i am punk
not because i look it,
but because my existence
defies the world at large.

i was born with holes
in my brain,
and a dead twin,
with a doctor saying,
“she won’t live long”.

i grew up being told to
cover up.
i grew up being told to
listen and obey.

but being a woman means
i refuse to listen to
anyone but me.

no laws can govern
my body
or my thoughts.

i see a woman everyday
and i know
she is punk.
 Nov 2020 Vic
JKim
The days are numbered, the nights go by
Counting sheep till slumber, then morning cries

Open eyes, our hearts ablaze
A field of candles, with the wind it sways

Softly sinking, a slow steady drip
Smoke in the shadow, as life loses grip
Life and thoughts of our inevitable death
 Nov 2020 Vic
Amanda Kay Burke
Let me be the first and last thought on your tired mind
When you wake and when you fall asleep leaving the world behind
Your head and heart should both occupy the same space
The image that lingers I hope is my face
Beautiful and cunning do not even begin
To describe who you are outside and in
Secrets that are hidden only beckon and entice
Longing to melt your heart surrounded by ice
Let me be the one who unearths the truth waiting at your core
The parts so deep no one else has ever seen them before
Your body and soul are a treasure I have been dying to find
A wonderous specimen so perfectly designed
Cracks in your surface only make you who you are
So I can't help but love every scar
Just something random
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