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Oct 2013
harboring buzzing inside this overcast
nest, there's a helpless admittance to this distress
obsess over fine lines and broken silhouettes
chipped away at my nails
until they were sharp enough
to defend myself
atop uneven shelves, my eyes close
strained swallows. escape with the length of these meadows.
panic has pulsed a new beat in my chest
a polluted first chapter, in the beginning of the end.
unlearned lessons in lengthier sessions
defeating all purpose I've stood for and time on this earth, it's
the foundation never built
just imagined in cheap plastic
eventually all that's left is collapse.
Eyes wide and blank with programming haze
only difference is a different day
ingest anything to escape, these lines traced
for us to follow. such a hollow structure
caved in to the point of where i stand.
alone, fragmented, cold
but standing. selfishly involved. stubborn.
outcomes of the aftermath have become
less of a concern.
and more of a contrast.
learning absolutely nothing
inner violence has trespassed
over all else. scratching out numbers
and names, all facts dissipate
rummaging pores on my skin
trying to locate the best vein to deflate
we can't hold on to what doesn't exist
pawns; we run circles, we destroy and we fix
we can talk and pretend
that virtue remains. optimism for a minute
I've outgrown this ignorant mindset.
regretful intellect igniting a shipwreck
hope is wrong.
sunlight is lost.
Kyla Mae Pliskie
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Kyla Mae Pliskie  27/F/Wisconsin
(27/F/Wisconsin)   
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