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Lori May 2013
We are like the forest.

We need a lot of small disasters so that we don't burn to the ground.

We are like tectonic plates.

We need a lot of small adjustments to prevent a huge upheaval.

We are like one another.
Lori Feb 2013
Am I a ***** for being persistent?
For studying antibiotics that are becoming resistant?
Observing chemicals that dissolve in an instant?
I just want to help.

Is it stupid to keep trying?
After each test, sniffling, crying?
Just seeing my grades and hoping they're lying...
I just want to help.

Am I obsessed with making things harder?
Is it my fate to fail? In the future, can I barter
for a better life than being a martyr?
*I just want to help.
Lori Jan 2013
Someone to come along and make me feel
special again at least until they make me feel
terrible again until I start to feel
helpless and out of control and stupid and
different from how I know I am
and everything that I used to be made of
Lori Jan 2013
If I could be honest
about you I'd say
"Go **** yourself, you *****."
Lori Nov 2012
I get excited when I see a cut start to heal
The old skin gets flaky and just falls off and you can see the progress your body made in healing itself
The layers of your wound start to change
Cells divide, span together and form sheets of new, tiny, improved parts
They get stronger
It is evidence my body is efficient, fighting infection and protecting itself
Sometimes I’ll try and pick away at the healing skin
To see how quickly I’m improving
I peel and pick and scratch to find the new skin underneath
The new me
The better me
But when I peel and pick and scratch to find the new skin underneath
I make a new wound.
Lori Nov 2012
It was a fantasy, a fever dream, it wasn't real
It was a hallucination, it must've been
Because there's nothing left now
How could there have been something
when now there's nothing?
I knew it.

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