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blue mercury
Poems
Nov 2016
miniature horses
we can be like alice
but not like the one in chains
we will be free, freer,
freest
.
swallow the magic potion,
shrink from the drink that dripped
onto our palms.
your palms will be sweaty and cold pressed to my face-
your eyes are ice, your love is lice
it makes me scratch my head.
we'll be small
but we'll feel twenty thousand feet tall.
we are a leaf of grass.
maybe it's just the change in the weather,
but i want to shrug on your sweater,
and ride your miniature horse until sunrise.
hushed voices are almost screaming
and careful footsteps seem to be running
i'm thinking of the way i used to feel.
beautiful??
lovely??
a godess??
stunning??
worth it.
riding those miniature horses
until sunrise
seems to be a waste of time again
because when morning comes
they are always men again,
and i don't want to be small anymore.
not a good time. x
#love
#sad
#depression
#teen
#boys
#men
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blue mercury
22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds
(22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds)
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