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You dug a well for my bones Blackened my lips with ashes and fire too choking to swallow You have expelled me from the golden lining of your veins Shattering my jaw in your teeth It is broken mirror pieces clinking on pepto bismol pink seashell tile in my childhood bathroom My shattered pieces can’t fit from where they came anymore something in me was right Otherwise you wouldn’t come back to the garden Over and over toying with the idea of my worth But I am not waiting For you to approve For you to take me In Feed me I have grown tall I don’t think of you as home And I don’t think of the mystery of belonging Because I have become wild Digging my own burrow Finding soft grass to lay on with my mates A home like this cannot be torn down the old house It is melting away like the house of Usher Into the rust belt dirt in the garden I see the broken pieces in the sun And the pieces don’t mean anything to me Like me, they don't belong to anyone But they are not able to change I can still change
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
Shattered mirror jaw
You dug a well for my bones Blackened my lips with ashes and fire too choking to swallow You have expelled me from the golden lining of your veins Shattering my jaw in your teeth It is broken mirror pieces clinking on pepto bismol pink seashell tile in my childhood bathroom My shattered pieces can’t fit from where they came anymore something in me was right Otherwise you wouldn’t come back to the garden Over and over toying with the idea of my worth But I am not waiting For you to approve For you to take me In Feed me I have grown tall I don’t think of you as home And I don’t think of the mystery of belonging Because I have become wild Digging my own burrow Finding soft grass to lay on with my mates A home like this cannot be torn down the old house It is melting away like the house of Usher Into the rust belt dirt in the garden I see the broken pieces in the sun And the pieces don’t mean anything to me Like me, they don't belong to anyone But they are not able to change I can still change
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32/Non-binary/Suffern NY
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
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