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Aug 2018
last night i broke my stone plate you brought the glue
as usual i was the one to lash out
how do you deal with that in your own home
all glueless perhaps a little cracked now

you kept showing me your hands
how they created my stone chest even
before i knew you it must be that you created
me; i just fit perfectly in your palms

you kept showing me your hands
i had to objectify; then confessed my visions
me being a stone bird (somehow weightless)
sailing over all material things
they don't appeal to me anymore
even my body seems too real too harsh
i dare to look at myself in soft focus only

in my visions i am an all-alone-stone all
surrounded by your hands
last night the bird has shed her wings to
reveal she was a bat all along
a female Dracula she bends over
***** the stone cold blood out of her self-slits

i try to wake up now and then
in my visions my body is off
way worse my scars are on my knees instead
of my wrists and it is true i have
fallen down so many times

i think about the moon on my back sizzling
how i carry it dot by dot the whole
weight how my parents should never see
what i am up to or how i do not feel
real here nor there last night i have been
envisioned; i surrender
Camilla Peeters
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Camilla Peeters  20/F
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     KM Hanslik
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