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the bathroom is an ode to violence in the summer months, my hair grows long i stand in the bathroom twisting strands between fingers my mother tells me [I] [look] [beautiful] [,]                                         [again] [.] i hate how i look like someone that i do not want to be in the summer months, i see my friends every other week we pile into houses – always the same 2 sticky counters &                                 board games &                                                             bad movies &                                                                                       bad jokes my friends tell me i look nice                                                    (i need a haircut) i like myself better when i can be someone they like in the summer months, i spend most time in the bathroom staring at my reflection in the mirror a million versions of me                                            dig into my skin i do not remove them i just want to – in the summer months, tupperware containers line the sink-top/ counter-top/ bathroom cabinet                                each one a sign of my failure drip         drip                  drip blood from my teethtonguecheekgummouth the containers overflow [I will never get the stain out of the tiles.] the bathroom is an ode to violence I raise a container to my lips, & Drink.
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Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 7:00 AM UTC
words fall from my mouth like a weeping sore
the bathroom is an ode to violence in the summer months, my hair grows long i stand in the bathroom twisting strands between fingers my mother tells me [I] [look] [beautiful] [,]                                         [again] [.] i hate how i look like someone that i do not want to be in the summer months, i see my friends every other week we pile into houses – always the same 2 sticky counters &                                 board games &                                                             bad movies &                                                                                       bad jokes my friends tell me i look nice                                                    (i need a haircut) i like myself better when i can be someone they like in the summer months, i spend most time in the bathroom staring at my reflection in the mirror a million versions of me                                            dig into my skin i do not remove them i just want to – in the summer months, tupperware containers line the sink-top/ counter-top/ bathroom cabinet                                each one a sign of my failure drip         drip                  drip blood from my teethtonguecheekgummouth the containers overflow [I will never get the stain out of the tiles.] the bathroom is an ode to violence I raise a container to my lips, & Drink.
happy it's almost 'i need a hair cut or i'm going to scream' time
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QLD, Australia
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 7:00 AM UTC
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