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Jun 2018
Yesterday I closed my window 17 times,
Plus one because it had to be an even number,
I locked my door 12 times making the re-run,
I checked to see if the tap was dripping,
If it was dripping,
If it was dripping,
If it was dripping,
My lungs started to fill with the water it was excreting,
My mind looked like a children's drawing.

My mouth is a snow globe,
My music is unheard of,
But everyone still presents to listen,
It keeps memories,
And perfect white specks,
I want to listen so the music all the time,
So I do so,
After every meal.

My shower is cold again,
but the glass still fogs up,
How are we humane,
Scrunched up like a paper cup,
Sinking down,
Down the marble wall,
where my humanity shrinks,
Where the pulse of the water,
Is stronger than my own,
Tears mixed with ichor,
A fish drowning in cold water.

When I look below my feet,
My heart began to sink,
Consumed by numbers,
Not only on the back of boxes,
Is every fold of skin,
Is it really a bad thing,
When it goes down by two's,
When it gets to zero,
Its that when my lips turn blue,
Shaped like an arrow,
Where I feel a coldness in every bone,
Is when I can be congratulated,
For the energy that drained my soul.

Who's staring at me?
Falling back into a hole,
Back to consternation,
I hear footsteps as they follow,
A ticker in my chest,
Simple as a trepidation,
Each time I turn,
I still face another wall,
And yet again I'm alone,
This is when I let go,
Of whats mine,
Of what could have been,
To now only rely on my peripheral vision.

Are you okay?
They say.
A million ways to say no
Are carved in,
In my bare ******* skin.
But it's just easier to say yes.
Till a day,
When the only thing I can physically say is,
No.
Written by
BellaSkittles  16/F/Sydney
(16/F/Sydney)   
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     Lorenzo Neltje
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