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i. In the shower under cold water, I scrubbed and scrubbed I wanted to rid myself of my own skin Escape into a mine so I could live among the coal A fuel almost as ***** as I felt. ii. As he pulled away from me As he broke me into pieces Shattered glass lay upon the seat of his car I know what it's like to escape into a stranger's hot breath The weight of a warm wash cloth upon my back Pressing down again. iii. I prayed my wings would grow back in time For me to fly to places I could never see Before, my vision was black in white Suddenly, I could see in color His memory continues to pluck the feathers But once again, I see the value of bone. iv. I tried to move on Forget the thrashing of your memory Like a gong, clanging symbol Leave my mind alone Leave me be v. Free me of broken pieces of the years I lost Minutes, I lost bleeding from the inside out, razor eloquently in hand Hours, I lost to purging myself of your uncleanliness Days, I lost dredging my soul in therapy, hoping to dig up something that would do me some good Years, I lost to the talons of PTSD Depression Anxiety. vi. Finally, some hope I taste it on my tongue like raindrops after the drought Sunlight after the storm I find myself And lose the taint of you, heavy laden upon my skin You are a cavity Filled by love and support. And finally, there's beauty in the struggle It's anything but brief Because the fight goes on Forever.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
A Response to Ocean Vuong's "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous"
i. In the shower under cold water, I scrubbed and scrubbed I wanted to rid myself of my own skin Escape into a mine so I could live among the coal A fuel almost as ***** as I felt. ii. As he pulled away from me As he broke me into pieces Shattered glass lay upon the seat of his car I know what it's like to escape into a stranger's hot breath The weight of a warm wash cloth upon my back Pressing down again. iii. I prayed my wings would grow back in time For me to fly to places I could never see Before, my vision was black in white Suddenly, I could see in color His memory continues to pluck the feathers But once again, I see the value of bone. iv. I tried to move on Forget the thrashing of your memory Like a gong, clanging symbol Leave my mind alone Leave me be v. Free me of broken pieces of the years I lost Minutes, I lost bleeding from the inside out, razor eloquently in hand Hours, I lost to purging myself of your uncleanliness Days, I lost dredging my soul in therapy, hoping to dig up something that would do me some good Years, I lost to the talons of PTSD Depression Anxiety. vi. Finally, some hope I taste it on my tongue like raindrops after the drought Sunlight after the storm I find myself And lose the taint of you, heavy laden upon my skin You are a cavity Filled by love and support. And finally, there's beauty in the struggle It's anything but brief Because the fight goes on Forever.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
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