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Maya
Poems
Nov 2020
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The leaves crackle
beneath boots heavy
with our tension.
The thread winds
and it winds
and it winds,
stretched taut
with every word
yelled quietly.
A game of telephone
family gossip factory
pumping out misspoken
and misheard
words. Peacemaker
sticking their nose in the
cerulean fire.
On forced walks
we pick pinecones
and get pricked
by their sharp
edges hard enough
to cause pain,
not quite to bleed.
Outside the pine walls
where my windpipe
can fall open
hearth smoke drifts and congests
and it smells like autumn.
Written by
Maya
18/Genderqueer/California
(18/Genderqueer/California)
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