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Dec 2017
purple thoughts

pool over in my mind

like bruises blossoming

on my thighs


hands so soft and intricate

as they wrapped around my neck

choking my exhale


whispered i love yous

that fall to the ground

i wanted to catch them

i wanted to believe them

from those soft lips that kissed me

but also spoke those bitter lies


purple thoughts

of depression

self hatred

anger

blaming myself instead of you


purple always was my favorite color

mama’s too

but it never suited my thighs

nor thoughts
Written by
Elizabeth Schoenbaum  19/F/Columbia, Louisiana
(19/F/Columbia, Louisiana)   
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