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Apr 2021
there's no way i can ever be ready
for the change. the awakening
does not feel spiritual
like in the movies.
not like the frothy waves
& salty wind that bring
the main character
to their knees, sobbing
& praying, devoted
at once.

no, me, on a wednesday,
i washed my chest, my forearms,
my wrists & my ribs
with soft cream & warm water,
gently, like i loved myself.
Brittany Chalmers
Written by
Brittany Chalmers  23/F
(23/F)   
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   Rebecca and Michael Perry
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