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Aug 2020
i sleep with razor blades
tucked tightly under my pillow
i linger in smoke
stop
and smell
              flowers
i dig silver blades
in the heels of my feet
walk head    high
all womanly
i season my chicken
with crushed up - - -
          zolpidem
.                   .                   . z
z                  z                z
rub them in good
and nice
Made sure, all the flavors in.
i light my house on
?!!?!?!?!?!?!?! fire !     !     !  
maybe… some warmth will come in?
and let my head
rest in the air
- wait a second-
oh! what a mighty view!
    i might just be ?
        
n.b
nellie
Written by
nellie  19/F
(19/F)   
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     Shubhankar Mathur and Anon-Butterfly
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