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anonymous Nov 2024
i will not stay put
and there is nothing you can do about it
anonymous Nov 2024
thunderstorms
satisfaction
crushing goals
cuddles
family
gelato
running
forests
the beach
surfing
dogs
climbing a tree
nature
summer rain
hot showers
mud
a good story
creation
showing up
freedom
kindness
friends
feeling safe
companionship
contemplation
dappled sunshine
horses
roaring fireplaces
christmas
beauty
wildlife
love
inspired by a task we had to do in my philosophy class
anonymous Nov 2024
breath
s
   li
       ps
in and out and through
lungs
harsh gasps
tightening
strangling
why cant
i breathe?
anonymous Oct 2024
squished its soft body
between my shoe and the cold concrete
it was disgusting
i tell myself
an objective fact
too many legs
its hairy, thats wierd
but
really
it was different
and i was afraid
i do not think i should be allowed to **** something that is other
than me
just because
it is
anonymous Sep 2024
dont feel sad if you are not who you used to be
you are just homesick
you are just tired
you are just going home
anonymous Aug 2024
the girl
gauzy dress
tattered and torn
running
breathless through brambles
reaches a river
pursued
panting
she must cross it
take a step into
freezing water
numbing bones
shaking shivering
pale skin and blue lips
trip
and
fall
hands go forward
trying to catch
whatever is left of yourself
but pieces crumble and scatter
on the mossy rocks
sharper than they
look
dogs barking
men yelling
filthy
hunting
they will be here soon
so get up
because there is no more time
to lie here
and wish you were home
the girl
who was maybe once loved
is now drowning
face down
in frigid murky water
the only company in death
is those who persecute her
as her pale body
begins to rot
even god
starts to
forget
about her
first
her hands
then
her face
then
her hair
until there is
nothing
left
so that when the dogs
frothing lips
raised fur
and the men
shouting voices
savage thoughts
arrive
the girl is gone
nothing left of her but a
whisper of wind
the scent of sandalwood
and strawberries
and ****
and summer days
long forgotten
but now remembered by those
who never knew them
maybe god didnt forget her
maybe he saved her
anonymous Aug 2024
sometimes i allow
myself to hope that i can
save myself at last
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